The lake rock
by Keith Thomas ©
A capricious wind
blew up from the lake,
across my perch,
my closed eyes
Where have you been?
The plains, the mountains
the high air
underneath an eagle's wing
or a sparrow
Did you perhaps
dry any tears?
There are so many
Where are you off to
through trees still green?
glass and steel?
or did you go
Behind the "hill
where the lord hides"
He isn't there
He's beyond
the wind
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