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Feeder Lake

Feeder Lake

There Is A Lake
Reserved For Silence.

And Nothing Left
   To Lose...

Where A Sky Blue
 Framing Border
   Re-Flects  
 Every Shiver 
   Stippled On
A Softened Shore...

That Holds A Dam
   Of Tears.

     ***

I Can Let Some 
   Flow Out.

     But:

I Can't Remember
 What The Tears 
    Are For.

      ***

 I Used To Nearly
Leap Adrift In Sky
And Ride The Future
 Rocks Be-Damned...
Into A Moonlit Sea.
       *
 I Used To Haunt
The Oaks All Night
Beside The Crippled
Creek Where Glowing
Green Embers Howled
   And Croaked.
       *
But I Can't Feel
Why I Cry-ed Those
Tears - Why I
 Fought 
   Or Drank
     Or Choked.

To The Lava Core
    It WAS!

    Where?

     ***

I Used To Sob
Over The Flavor
And The Texture
Of Your Skin...
  
  And Hair 
And Breathless
 Both We Wept
Together There...

   And Then 
    Apart.

     ***

But I Don't
   KNOW
What Those 
Tears Are For!
 
  Any More!

     ***

Irrigation.
 Evaporation.
  Precipitation.

 Flowing, 
   Pooling,
     Kept.

Make The Desert
  Red And Wet.

-Gray Squirrel

06-27-2025

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