Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Lake Evening

I passed the Muslim women's tree--
its shade solid and inviting,
then stopped to watch a solitary egret
hunting in the shallows.
Where the sun had been,
the sky was the color of pale pink lemonade,
and to the east, barely half a moon
had been etched in the blue glass sky.
A steady breeze carried the scent of
moist earth and lush green grasses
and warm green lake water.
I thought of all the other solitary walks
I'd taken,
and I was glad I went.

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