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A Poem by Floundering About

You can already feel
summer folding in on itself
maybe because you know what day of August it is or
 because of the hot, spent air or
 because all your calls go to voicemail or
 because you exhale or
 because of the stillness.
you could go exuberantly to the lake
to laugh and splash
but even the bottom of the lake
--a reservoir, really--
would be so orange.

© 2010 Floundering About

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Added on August 17, 2010
Last Updated on August 24, 2010
Tags: summer, august, hot, lake, reservoir, water, orange