The light of the moon
a shimmering line across the skin of the lake
rising and falling, undulating toward the horizon
the rays of the full moon perpendicular to my path
cutting silently, or nearly so, through the water
a whisper of the hull only
the lapping of the waves on my left
tracing the edge of the lake
shrouded in darkening night
dance of the striders, the water beetles
giddy on the surface
all in sepia tints, tones,
or so the scene remains in my memory
June 25, 2009
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