Blown
We met in the icy waters
of the lake one hot day in July.
In that bright afternoon we
splashed and grew close in the
dark under the raft.
An hour later we climbed
onto the grassy bank and
walked out on that oak
the wind had laid down
over the trout and
flash of minnows.
There, the sun turned your
blue skin pink.
In our leafy universe,
I thought you told me everything.
Next morning, we hiked our
translucent path to the bright
yellow tree that grew halfway
up our hill like a lighthouse.
The cool Wisconsin evenings
gave us popcorn and hot chocolate
in front of the fire, so we were
anchored alea of the storms and
through all the places we had to go…
school, and kids, and jobs,
but you never let on until
the hidden things lifted
their sails in a chill wind
and took you away.
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Vol Lindsey
9/17/2009
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