Something I Lost in Oklahoma

Could I live forever along this lake,
Watching the fish jump out of its water,
Flattened each morning by merciless heat?
Could I write her the poem she used to
Deserve, or would she, her name, like
All of the rest of the burrs of existence
Which followed me here, fall away from
Me finally, leaving me free to watch fish
Fly from water and doze in this heat,
On this seat, for all of the rest of my life?
I suspect that I couldn't. Nevertheless,
I believe she is gone.



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Written on 2010-08-15 at 12:40

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