What the Lake Told Me
by Peggy Hong
You come
and you go,
the great
lake chides,
but I am
always here,
lapping at
your ankles.
Give me
your indecision,
your
misdials, your series
of bounced
checks. Give me
your
titles, your diplomas,
your lovely
baby footprints.
In return,
I will bring you
warmer
Januarys,
cooler
Julys, and a blue
to aspire
to. Give me
the sand
between your toes
I will
bring you
a school of
alewives, and a
cold
Canadian undercurrent.
Tell me
what you long
to forget.
I will bring you
a blue ball
from down
the beach.
I am
attached to nothing.
I will
teach you this.
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