Clearlake #8

Ok ok
How does it go?
I sit here at
This lake. It’s Clear.

We are forecast to bake
In late summer heat.
For goodness’ sake,
The view’s complete.

Occasional vessel
For ski or fish,
Right through the middle,
Speedboat swish.

Speakers blaring.
Engine rumble scaring
Fly and fowl.
Save the owl,

Who knows better.
A real go getter,
Dancing after dinner.
Sleeping through the day,

While we run and pitter play.
Twisted limbs
To tangle in the briar
Bramble’s ankle.

But I digress.
I’d rather ramble
And squeeze this view
Intact and placid.

Without a thought of acid
Or oil, that pollutes
The juicy fruit of thought
And prayer of those

Who care
for subtle grace,
Now cooking
In my crispy face.


8/29/20
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