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Murky Lake

A Poem

By bethany alicePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Sometimes at murky lake with the tall tales

Breaking a green sealant on runny marsh

Some endure, some only submerge

Others go deep below into darkness

They say they stay that way sometimes

The ripples aren’t alive or dead

At best, they’ll rock you to sleep

At worst, they’ll knock you around

They travel from you to you to you to you

A fading exclamation of time loud and soft

The swans demand a quiet stroll

Medieval arrows dart violently

Down then up, wet with a cleanse

Feathers shudder from tip to toe

Eyes adjust, a call is answered

I’ve sipped the water from other lakes

Each taste is filled with complexities

Tastes of shoes, cottonseed, and cream

Tastes I can’t place, tastes of granite and gunfire

All quenched my thirst without question

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