i don’t care for poems but i 


  
stole some time and spent it by the lake, falling asleep on the lifeguard’s chair and waking up, perched high, from a nap that bled into the first thing I saw: a quiet, immediate view of the lake, stretched out across the overcast afternoon, lull-like and lovely, lovely

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