Monday, March 28, 2005

Last night the lake drew me to it. I wound up beneath the big moon on the sand, once again.
Back where I spent each day of my summer. Back where Claire and I would howl at the storm clouds. Beneath somebody's window. A lighthouse on the dark horizon, glass mammoths of the loop just beyond that.

A perfect triangle formed between the moon and the lake and me. I felt the fresh soaring of energy between us. A cyclone to hit all 3 points. There were stars out.
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