13 July 2010
Jim Harrison, "Dusk"
Dusk over the lake,
clouds floating
heat lightning
a nightmare behind branches;
from the swamp
the odor of cedar and fern,
the long circular
wail of the loon --
the plump bird aches for fish
for night to come down
Then it becomes so dark
and still
that I shatter the moon with an oar.
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