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After a Year of Drought

We went to my friend’s lake house
hoping the water was still up to the dock.
It was, but mud ran alongside the pilings,
made it look like a construction site,
with bottles, cans, and one boot
of a sort fashionable among young girls
in 2003.

Or as if the land was creeping back
to reclaim its own, after
the Hydroelectric Act of 1939
or whatever thing the legislature enacted
between dime-cigar bets and happy girls

flooded the land between two counties
mocking that part of creation where
dry land divided the waters and it was good

but it was also good to get out
on a boat and see the pine trees whizz by
like a flooded out interstate,
or Venice writ large and southern-style.

My friend pointed out trees
hanging on to dry land
roots leached out of the water
like receding gums,
or an uprising.

written in response to a dVerse prompt.

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  1. July 27, 2013 at 9:40 pm

    ha…at the cove nearby we have similar trees whose roots leach out into the lake…an uprising…smiles…the allusion to venice southern style is really cool too gary…a bit sad on the trash by the pilings….

  2. July 27, 2013 at 9:41 pm

    ha…at the cove nearby we have similar trees whose roots leach out into the lake…an uprising…smiles…the allusion to venice southern style is really cool too gary…a bit sad on the trash by the pilings….there is a story in that one shoe too, i know it…

    • July 27, 2013 at 9:45 pm

      I guess we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop…

  3. July 27, 2013 at 9:55 pm

    Wonderfully vvivvid images, especially towards the end–the gums and uprising. Very original poem. I’ve been to places like this, especially in Indai–a terrible sadness about drought conditions. Thanks. k.

  4. July 27, 2013 at 9:55 pm

    I like your transitions through time here. The boots, the Hydroelectric Act, and the way the land has been changed by water. Strong poem.

  5. July 28, 2013 at 1:57 am

    i like how you describe the scene and the land crawling back to reclaim its own – ugly when all the litter comes with the flood..ugh… i also like how you blend in different years and connect it with this

  6. July 28, 2013 at 12:02 pm

    it never rains but it pours or something? – but the poem is beautiful, striking in its language, images…

  7. July 28, 2013 at 10:35 pm

    Thanks for all the comments! It’s really helpful to know what works.

  8. July 29, 2013 at 3:42 am

    Times change …but memories never

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