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Chimney Bluffs (from Lake Hymns)

 

 

Spires

Piles of sand

stacked layers stand in isolation

lone

whispering

cut from the cliff-side

 

fourteen thousand year old silt

stones, shells, clumped where receding glaciers

glass like slabs, slow as age

sculpted these shores

dumped heaves of scrap

then melted and fed these lakes

with full teats

 

wind, a tide

in it’s own right

warmed and cooled turbulence

sweeps down across

soft

Ontario

and in throws

bites

the cleft of this shore

while

Ontario

laps quietly

Enter (from Lake Hymns)

(in silence)
welcome

glide          weightless
on glass

pass through these waters

moments
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