it is cool in the morning...and sunny
people walking by the lakeside
pushing strollers, dogs on leashes
the air is still...the water's
face is smooth
like dirty glass,
millfoil
breaks the surface near the dock
like a rash
listen…
there are walleye leaping
fantails waving in the sun
flop and splash, the sound
of soft-soles thumping
a woman running slowly
down the path
