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I rock in this outdoor cheap chair
Its cushion foam like ice cream
Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage
I don’t mind

Don’t need a full seat to see before me

The drop off on Torch Lake
Its fine line drawn between sky and space
So turquoise on one side black and blue on the other
Top to bottomless cliff
A mere step to reach one side from the other

If I dare walk on water

Wind carves the lake into slices of pie
Pulpy blueberry squeezes out the sides

Dragonflies bob in lilac updrafts
Broke open moments ago from their crawling lakeshore nymphs
Split open on the rocks

Their brittle wings snap in the wind
Snacks uncrinkling to a Kingfisher’s snatches

Fate born that way is hard to take
Of course many of these spindles escape to the flowers and meadows
But not all

I stand up

Boy to Dad to Grandpa

When did this happen? To survive this long?
To still hunger these many wonders?
To grow to know I am no more important

Then this oozing lake
Divided
And Memorial Day wind colliding with dragonflies and Kingfishers.

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