Lewisville Lake, Late September

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Egrets crackle, grackles grackle
in the warm-broth air.
The lake is a tepid aspic
of minnows and beer cans,
pushed back by drought
to reveal the milky bones
of carp, crappie, gar.

Tiny trails vein the mud shore
where something burrowed
into--or out of--the water.

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Posted Sep 16, 2018, 12:21 AM UTC

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