Stumbling on broken glass

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Fresh water suits my watery
Nature. As I squint at the ripples,
Watching the ducks glide beside me

Keeping me on the straight and narrow?

The calling of strangers splatters across
The sky and I choke on what I know 
And cannot even whisper out, or sigh.

Mountains and sky reflected in the water?

And the ordinary has become extraordinary
Amongst the golden gleams of sunset
We look into the sun again and see:
That here, too, light and shade are parting. 

Flashes of lighning split the far horizon 
The heavens above populated with stars 
Floating now, surrounded by soft fog,
Feeling disturbingly clean shaven

I gaze into the growing gloom
The shaded bay has gone with the town lights
Though I know they are somewhere mirrored in the lake
My stomach rumbles, but I swallow my hunger. 

 

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