Ice Age


Blanchard Lake
carved by
a cruel mother
in secrecy


Left to grow
silent reflection
on a steel skin
No witness recalls
the story of
ancient silt
sleeping in blankets


A heron slices
into sunfish dreaming
Lily pad armies
hold cloud mirrors
to a slow rhapsody
of breeze
White birds ride
heat’s edge
to water


Girls’ laughing bends
against dragonfly air


The elegance of time
bows reeds into
a ritual prayer