THE UPTICK AT
THE WINDING LAKE
There was a farmhouse out here
once, with a pond near as large
as a lake - I never knew where
they drew the dividing line for
any of that categorization. But
it held, always, and in reserve,
8 canoes. That's a lot. 2 Rowboats
as well; and there would be times
when I'd see them all out, at once.
Perhaps a little crowded, but, space
is just space, on the water. You
really don't need it as much.
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At the other extreme here, and in
my mind, as it were, I'd always
think, why? You can't really get
anywhere; why be out on a lake.
Or a pond? Where are you going
to go? Nowhere you cannot see
from here. I never got the thrill.
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Maybe to an Impressionist painter
or one of those plein-air guys,
maybe then it had a marker, made
some sense. A different light; an
angle, heretofore unseen with paint
and brush. But even then, big deal.
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