LaKe Reflections
The skiff chug's along
toward the end of the lake
where the tall peaks are.
When I cut the outboard
high snowcapped mountains
dived down into the still water,
below,
eagles flew under the hull.
A panoramic sky rolled under me.
my red and yellow float
became briefly entangled in
a high white cloud.
A fat trout slipped around a deep sun.
No way to catch that.
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