Rain Drops
The lake is surrounded by burnt orange grass that bends.The sparse light rain drops
make perfect circles on the glassy dark water
that widen until they sleekly disappear.
The lake mirrors the late Fall afternoon:
dried-apricot clouds from which peek
a chilled though soft blue.
A worn trodden campsite
is next to a shiny varnished house
with windows that portray
the wet sand colors of the docks,
and the sun-light shifting the sky,
as an oil painting of an aging day.
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