Early Summer (draft)

Early, in the breast of twilight
peeking, half-closed eyes

of summer,

I walked beside the still
slumbering body
of the silver lake...

ribbons of my skin
tattoos of tree shadows

painted by the wind, pale

flecked and glowing,

footsteps, always
traces in the mind's
muddied path, perhaps

a way in, or

a journey back-

a template of forgotten
faces, lost pennies,
broken toys.

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