Frautschi Point, December
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single-file foot path
we follow our dog’s glib trot
toward the wavering
city-scape across the lake
boot-squeak squirrel-scratch water-lap
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broken Bud bottles
clutter the shoreline boulders
we pluck up brown glass
as if gold pocket fragments
careful not to cut our palms
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abandoned bathhouse
snow-steeped doors boarded waiting
we circle like wolves
hungry for a glimpse of light
holding gloved hands hip to hip
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four white swans float flanked
by dozens of barking geese
a squall blocks the sun
ice chunks bounce and bob nearby
after the freeze where is home?
Sara Parrell
from Echolocations, Poets Map Madison, Cowfeather Press, 2013
