Treasures
Lake Limestone has shallow treasures
that it gives up easily.
A steady breeze caresses the campers
on an overbearing summer day.
Shimmering ripples slide past
the withered stems of broken trees
jutting from the lake.
Lake Limestone absorbed a couple storms today.
One dominated our campsite for a quarter hour
before releasing the clear blue sky
and sweeping west across a far corner of the lake.
The other stood for a portrait
of purple, orange, grays, and yellow
blending in the sunset,
rain funneling to the ground.
A sleek heron cloud
watches over hundreds of water birds
scribbling patterns on the pale sky,
feasting and traveling as one swarm.
Lake Limestone stirs slightly at night
as if tugged by the full moon,
but never seems anything more than placid.
Weak waves tease the slumbering shoreline.
Tonight’s breeze is cool like all the others.
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