Ken Morrill

The boats were blue upon the lake which
sometimes calm soothed them to sleep.
The sea in seething agony
Remembers you, remembers me.
Fastening my collar, I ride to work.
The treetops sing with many birds.
The word is heard –
The kiss all wet that finds its cheek.

The boats were grey upon the shore
And I saw more than sand and shells
glittering there. The distance
formed by slanting trees.

The boats were rocked by many waves
That creased the surface of the lake.

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Bright with revealing dream
thin streaks paint our way
from day to night
in bluish light.
The reeds are soaked and damp by the river.
Mudfish squirm and flash silvery in the sun.
My heart is swift with lust for seeing; birds are being
Calm, alert, well-fed, concerned
The night breeds sounds which make
the river murmur away. Bright the moon.
The sea is rough and heaving.

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