X. To the lake
Each summer, you lie in silent sprawling
dripping gold sun in morning, luring open quiet eyes
You face the star-sung night, the black and white, the freckled ether,
Witnessing the reckless lovers’ meteoric kiss.
Do you envy the children dancing dizzy on your shores?
The swimmers brushing skin across your wet wrinkles?
They do not mean to boast their humanness—
They are only learning to be human
Here, tasting their tears and touching flesh to flesh,
breathing in laughter and cigarettes.
Don’t you know that they are staying up to sunrise
to see that you have different colors?
Each summer, you lie in silent sprawling
dripping gold sun in morning, luring open quiet eyes
You face the star-sung night, the black and white, the freckled ether,
Witnessing the reckless lovers’ meteoric kiss.
Do you envy the children dancing dizzy on your shores?
The swimmers brushing skin across your wet wrinkles?
They do not mean to boast their humanness—
They are only learning to be human
Here, tasting their tears and touching flesh to flesh,
breathing in laughter and cigarettes.
Don’t you know that they are staying up to sunrise
to see that you have different colors?
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