Lake
the weeping water
is full of sorrow
on its wrinkled face
a bird drinks its tears
and flies off
a submerged fish
pops up its head
gasping for breath
then disappears
beneath the depth
of clouds
that drift in blue
pools
the summer rain
sets in
and the wind picks up
tossing the light
and shadows
TL
(written July 10, 2024, on the dock)