Friday, June 5, 2009

March 5, 2009

Above

Riding on the choppy waves
of this man-made lake,
it is hard to imagine
there is a town beneath us.

Spacious 3-bedroom homes,
gas stations, and post offices
settled in the mud, some
40 feet below.

How strange it must be
for the fish who swim
there, those 80-pound monsters,
brushing an oven with their tails,
filling an abondoned day bed
with thousands of their pea-size eggs.

And what of the mailboxes, small rusting cans
Whose mail sits 40 feet above, undeliverable.

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