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North American Dreaming: The Lagoon

William Burkholder’s poem conveys the magic of a tiny fresh-water lagoon.

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Placid waters call
in tiny fresh water lagoons.

Terns resting from bays crested wave,
The paddle dipping,
diamonds cast in sun-strewn spray,

whirlpools kissing the edge.
Box turtles tanning on fallen pines,
escaping the invasion of my prying eye,
splashing in muddy-bottomed water along the banks.

I feel sunlit cast, upon my face,
hearing the slight rumbling taps,
of ripples wake along the bottom of my canoe,
Sliding through placid waters, in tiny fresh water lagoon.


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