I squeezed in a swim
before work; the lake
was grumpy, turning
its shoulder to the shore.
Now, traffic shimmers
the road like fish, still,
something within me
flexes her wings, soaring
among the shrill gulls,
over the water.
I squeezed in a swim
before work; the lake
was grumpy, turning
its shoulder to the shore.
Now, traffic shimmers
the road like fish, still,
something within me
flexes her wings, soaring
among the shrill gulls,
over the water.