Poetry
Contemporary Poetry - General Audience
1 min
A Windless Afternoon on Chain Lake
Nathan Susnik
The birds sing
As I sit in stagnant heat
Hands on still oars,
And the lake mirrors the sky
So perfectly
That I stand up and dive down
Toward the heavens,
And among the clouds,
Before the water breaks my wings,
I understand their song.
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