Energy rises from the lake.
Cormorants fly, one by one,
a sailboat tips over,
we skip slate stones and kiss.
The forest flutters, gray and green.
The sky is thick blue glass
under our sovereign star.
Warm grass pathways
yield to oak leaf trails,
and we begin to tire.
Underneath, worms work,
above, two hawks circle.
Centipedes and owls
will be out later,
when the frogs and crows are in bed.
Deer hooves make cuneiform marks
while white waves crest in rows of light.
Somehow, I will learn to read all of this,
the signals and the runes that leak
the truth out of the crust.
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