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Early-Morning Swim

                                                                  

An hour has passed

Since I last spoke to the lake.

It's expressing just gentle suggestions

Of a rippling effect,

While its quilted stillness,

Having taken on a diffident demeanor,

 

Is sequestering its secrets

Fifty-six feet below,

In the water's deepest recesses,

Along its ten-odd miles of shoreline,

Within its nine-hundred-plus acres.

The tranquillity speaks to me.

 

Suddenly, from a distance,

My ears pick up the cries of loons.

Their frantic calls

Heighten the lake's quietude,

Make its silence all the more inviting.

I dive in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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