There was something democratic
about the waves that lapped the dock
like a secret handshake.
It can’t be wrong to love the Lake
while standing on the other side,
Remember the taste of frosting
clouds? Do you hear yourself holding us
hostage as if it doesn’t mean un
-trust. You know
who you are. When there’s nothing
else to do, as the snow
continues to fall,
without a word of explanation
mail them packages of
Prompted by Quickly, day 30. Thankful for the amazing prompts. Whew.