Down by my lake
late at night, all by myself
Sky dark,
all shavings and slivers of dusk erased
Stars like random left over chalk dust sprinkle the raven black above me
No wind just
Sedated fresh spring air
It is calm
quiet
Composed
The waters,
still
after winter slapped and tossed them about like a big salad of stones and beach glass, trees stripped, white and bare on the shore like an old game of pick up sticks abandoned long ago
I can breath here
I inhale and saturate my spirit with the seaweed scent of the water on my ankles
Feet in the damp sand
Lulled and subdued
beneath a calm
ivory moon
KKurtz
4/12/17
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