LPiA Nov29

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My dream was to live on lake
like the one I knew as a child
broad enough that the far bank
was invisible until the western sun
illuminated the chalky cliffs.
But all the lakes are now merely
surfaces for the skiers, the party boats,
personal water craft buzzing
incessant until night, motorized
insects tormenting the skin of the deep,
desecrating the silent immensity
that a remembered lake should be.