Sunday, September 6, 2015

Yellow Kayak

Like a lurking banana peel, a world
With a dim-witted sense of humor,
Overturned on the gravel beach
Of a month gone gone with the sun

That lit the lake when it was summer
And it had rained, and the crows
Fell out of the spruce trees laughing,
And the mice avoided every trap.

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