The Lake
the road
is the same road
nothing’s changed
about it
in 20 years
only my shadow
has
it used to fly down the road
with a hummingbird heart
before the coffee was brewed
and the dogs barked
then down to the dock
the stillness of the water
rippled only by a fish
or a turtle peering up
or a bass boat crawling by
I’d stare at the water
like some stare at fire
thinking or not thinking
that’s the part
that hasn’t changed
TL