by the lakeside
the season is pregnant with turtles leaving the lake to nest, heavybodied, with red-blue-iridescent dragonflies flitting across the surface in search of something, with wildflowers unfolding, fanning out from puckered buds into terse displays.
love is perched where thoughts of you linger. scattered like cast runes. among the fronds, with sunk, glistening pebbles. along the sun-fed veins of flowing water.
like crinkled paper-glass inside pockets of moss that cling to the earth.
like congealed nectar of floating algal blooms that are beginning to flourish.
like the slowly rising timbre of frog-song that reaches a crescendo and dissolves into nothingness at the slightest tug.
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