The Lake With No Name
Apr 16, 2021
It’s the Lake With No Name
A sky: a paper mirror
Here, is where Grandma
Used to take me,
The two of us.
Always.
Long roots that are branches
Bristly leaves that are bushes
A bird, or two. Some might
Say that the clouds are always
Stuffed to the rim
Like her soul. She said
She was happy when she came
Here. Because she could see
How happy life was.
We would smell the aroma
Of happy nothingness
And tree dew, feathers.
The teal and bubblegum
Showers of night
Sprinkles of day.
And now I stand here alone
Gazing out
At the Lake With No Name