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Job, There Is Forever
Sturgeon Moon
So soon
Summer slips through our fingers
Our own version of Michigan underwater beasts
Ogling the luminous bellies of boats swimming down Clam River
Dockside a roar with Ahab revelers
I have seen millions of moons
Leaping on the midnight ripples of Torch Lake
I have seen hills and pointes that darkly roll and rise
Inviting levitation
A cheer from our bow
Fireball shot
Looks like home but isn’t
We float down the shore with flashlights
I have seen a picture taken at the lakeside campfire
My wife and I
Standing in the gaps of our four sitting children
Six orange hooded faces
Without bodies
Eyes round as owls
Looking out from the tree of life
I cup my mouth with astonishment.
Copyright ©
Robert Trezise Jr.
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