We
drove down to the lake.
Behind
us the road rose
steep to the mountain.
steep to the mountain.
Snow
clung to the pines.
As you look back
to the head of the valley,
reflections break slick
in the water's melt
and I can tell by the sting
As you look back
to the head of the valley,
reflections break slick
in the water's melt
and I can tell by the sting
in
the wind
that rain is near.
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