Poem
Midnight on Lake Michigan
1998
Whether it was just a dream
or a thought in my sleep,
I saw you in your bathing suit
drawing lines in the sand
and lying in the Atlantic.
But it wasn’t my imagination
when I saw you ask that night
with your eyes whether
the Great Lakes were ever glaciers
in disguise, eons underwater.
So here I am, awake on the pier
without an idea as to where you’ve been
or why the stars will soon remove
themselves, but really, your disappearance
has never been a question of whether.
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j a s
Mon Sep 21 19:55:22 BST 2009
glacier/pier/idea...
but how did she ask that question?
with her eyes?
ask that night?
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