Wapato

The lake in the forest by the river–
I have visited this place my whole life.
The same path, the same footbridge,
The same words in the blackberry stickers.

Today, the broken stereo of winter.
Balls of spent fishing line rustle in the weeds.
The word-tinsel of Russian fishermen
Drifts over from the boat dock by the river.

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