This is the sound of thunder —
far off thunder. This is the lake
and its witless expanse.
This is the bench and the first
of geese. This is the boatramp
and the dripping hulls. This is
you, early April rain.
These are the lines still
bobbing for fish. And the worms
drowning. This is the reeling
in. The last sandwich. The first
heartbreak and the long drive home.
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