A Rainy DayThe sky's been low and full of mist since light.
The lake is dark and dappled by unending rain.
A loon is on it, paddling westward. It creates
A V which spreads across the otherwise
Unmoving water. I can hear a gentle hiss,
But there is not another sound. I can think
Of other worlds, if I want. I'd rather not.
This small and silent, sodden one
Is good enough for me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-10-09 at 23:56
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