Nature’s Beauty

Standing at the edge of a lake where

the clouds are gray as a swallows bellies

and the sky is low as the sloping hills,



you wonder how an image can feel

far too vast

for a simple mossy dock over tepid water.

 

As the water reflects the sky,

the worlds meet like kissing horizons

and you’re suddenly left staring

 

over the edge of eternity

in your ice-thin sneakers and ratty coat,

your mind its own extraordinary infinity.

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