It begins in the morning, subdued
and coffee-scented
Like shadows in reverse, streetlights
glimmer on wet pavement
Maintaining the dream watch,
but still, it begins
How will this work, the lake
with no ripples?
We splash and play a little,
before sinking back into sadness
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Andreas Swahn (CC BY-SA 3.0)
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