Sunday, August 21, 2011

Beula Lake

Trees and cool water everywhere.
Sunsets and catepillars crawling up sleevies.
Now and again a fly stuck between weeds growing from swampy land.
Swishy
Swashy.

Here lies the sleeping place of singing larks and yellow eyes.
A cornecopia of mosquitoes waiting to feast on the flesh.
Scritchy
scratchy.

Buffalo charging vehicles.
Moments with the waterfall.
Breath leaving.
(inhale)
(exhale)