I am there staring at the sign.
Cladophora algae
the great lakes.
They sway inviting me into
the rising waters.

Alone there, with no fish.
Pebbles and sand shake my hand.
Getting ***** is something I can't withstand.
And yet here I am looking at the lake.

It wants to eat me alive.
Drowning me on the way to maybe the otherside.
on a little wisconsin bay.
Where fishermen are congratulated for giving their lives in winter
and I am frowned upon for giving it up
in the spring.