on the Lake

they will remember you for the way you give and give. reflecting the morning light. washing gold to the shore. they will remember you for your summer clothes and the way your fingers curl. in the evening, when you turn so calm and silent. speaking without moving your mouth.

there will be moments when you remind them of their dead. preserving the memory in a fresh water language. words that lift and sink. revive and fail.

and you will turn fluid. as smooth as the years on a calendar.
one after another. made beautiful by repetition.

 

 

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~ by Vince Bauters on July. 7. 2014.

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