Monday, December 8, 2025

 Lake Locke


Ripples like concentric silver quilting 

on deep olive silk

interfere to make distorted diamonds,

centre on two wet heads – blonde and brown.


The rest of the lake is mirror-still,

trees on the opposite bank

double-trunked and canopied.


A deep-tanned hand 

reaches out of the water

and waves.

I think of mermaids.


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