Lawrence Hall
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                               Prien Lake, November 2020

Waterfowl honk, quack, sing, and fish
Among floating insulation and foam
Near to the foundered wreckage of a boat
Along the shore, where sits a plastic chair

A discount-store throne in isolation
Set forth in rich, primeval mud where live
The little creatures whose logical end
Is in a fish or in a gumbo dish

A hurricane of hours is sorrow for years
In ancient, endless work, and occasional tears