INTO THE LAKE ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
The sun skips like a flat stone
Across the unruffled water.
I enter with one exaggerated stride
through the skin of the lake,
down across layers of increasing gray
towards the center of the earth.
Poem on lakes
The sun skips like a flat stone
Across the unruffled water.
I enter with one exaggerated stride
through the skin of the lake,
down across layers of increasing gray
towards the center of the earth.