LOON LAKE
I'm sinking here, faster than a stone
through slime. My downward
trajectory, so Shakespearean in
all its ways, is swift, like a chimney
swift flitting or a barn swallow in
one of those angled dives and darts.
Match the plant to win the frieze.
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Hellacious moments and all the days
are short. Thank goodness for little
things. If I had to belabor the point,
Horatio, I'd fie anon - or however
those Globe Theater guys did it all.
Methinks I hear a whippoorwill. Is
this the sun at sunrise I've expected?
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