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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Lake House




sitting out here
at this lake house
i rented from friends,
the sun and sky
are glorious, the air
clear with wind
drenched by water,
the waves softly
whisper a restful
tone poem.

wealthy neighbors
won't know my
poverty and Doe's
new shiny car
will further conceal
my progressive tendencies.

this ruby red wine
in my glass
will also help
heal
some of the
inconsistencies 
of 
living.


8.12.12

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