Remembering the Stars
wooden deck railing, stained then worn
standing alongside, staring towards
a sky lit by magic, a wall of little stars
waves wash at shores, below decking
crabs must pick at all those loose shoes
set aside to wash, mud covered lost
lake wind breathes rustle hairs
inhaled deep into, eyes tear too
time behind unending,
long days pass in blur
walking past the docks
one last look at the rocks
now the breeze has died
rentals blind the retina
and world seems so grey
on the way
so far away
remembering the stars
and the way they like to play.
6/11/22 - Andy McRae
Tag: lake
In the Shallows
In the Shallows in shallows i wade, along shores born of still motion, no breeze to ruffle the leaves those trees off in the distance, haunt me with their hanging vines, frozen like a disease in dark water a bath, yet clear shows to me the underneath and my feet are standing on pebbled beach taken from me, into the lake every movement i make a thousand ripples wave crashing onto shore tear the whole more so i stand still, half submerged in dark waters, afraid to leave for all that awaits me in retreat are vines that climb and cover trees its like a disease 1/15/22 – Andy McRae
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