orgami's Diaryland Diary

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lake memory

i dip my hand into the sky
and grasp a fragment of cloud
bend farther and see my
other reaching up to me

this lake is glass
my canoe slender
my paddle dripping
on the sides

in that forest down there
is aflame with colour
somewhere far off the geese
are singing their southern song

6:23 p.m. - 2005-08-30

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