Waterville
The land around here looks like it belongs to the side of a lake,
it slopes downward gently, suggesting a meeting with water,
front-lawns surf on grass-rippling winds.
Water is forced uphill by a secret pumping station
on the far shore of the State freeway.
When it rains we consider this a near drowning,
backyard dinghy’s and row boats creak in the wet winds.
Our aboveground pools allow only space
for the whelping of baby seals, and we honor that.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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