Wilder Lake
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
I’ll meet you at Wilder Lake.
I drew you a map and left it on your dashboard.
The directions are still bobbing softly on the page.
A watery path,
Waiting for your finger tips,
to sink into and trace the wavy surface.
Stop when you see
The thick red “X”
Marked with clay.
By now it should be seeping
Deep into the page,
And rippling in the sunlight.
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