Wafer
Cold Lake
-BetlvAnne VandeilaanThe
cold.
It's
as
it
air freezes
my
leaves
But the house
mouth.
is
too cramped,
too hot, too noisy.
can't breathe in there.
I
Vacation takes us to the lake.
my
It's
And
first
into the vine
I
am
So
I
about
And
of this family.
to suffocate.
pick up a rock, feel
and throw
I
the cabin here.
time as a grafted branch
it
it
over
across the lake.
can't skip rocks,
but today
is
as
good
as
any
to learn.
Skip. sink. Sink. Plop.
Then Matthew comes out of the house,
and stands beside in
me
the cold.
Picking up
a
smooth stone
he easily swings his arm and
skip, skip, skip
across the lake
it
goes.
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