Another Beach

at the lake

Another Beach

I’m sitting beside
a lake with two beaches.
One above
and one just below
the water’s texture.

I’m laying beside
a submerged meadow.
A field of grass
in a shallow current
cooly below.

I know this
because I explored.
By foot, by kayak
by wading in
the trifling waves.

I withdrew from the lake
dripping with liquid color
vividly splashing back
into its reflective commune
it calls home.

Receding tide or water level
reveals the second beach
while the color flows out
into silver, amber
and umber rivers

to find again a precious mirror
to call its new home, of which
to reflect a new maroon sky
or neo chrome alpine meadow
in another beach, in another lake

below. The ankles are divers
in the depths. The eyes
are the drunkards
sipping tall glasses of color
garnished with the sun.

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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