how blue the lake is
this January day.
the sun
white and low in the bare
trees.
full and cold,
the water sways from
each curved shore,
moving the few
boats
that are out there.
you walk around its
five mile path.
the lake always beside you.
it's just water, but it's
more than that.
somehow much more.
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