Lake Like Glass
Lake like glass,
no wind this eve
which makes
blackflies hell
but the canoe glides
across the water
like the trout
I pursue
but seldom
catch.
Up two islands
turning back at
the abandoned
trappers cabin
returning fishless
to my humble tent
and a solitary scotch
as the sun sets
and mosquitoes
replace blackflies.
Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2017
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