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OKAUCHEE

by Dirk Velvet

The

Blue Jays

woke us

at dawn

with their

jeering

calling to the cottage

from

weeping willows

whose roots

reached as far into the lake

as onto the land

The water was

cool green

at its best

and gray-black at its worst

Okauchee

nothing else mattered

Not

tangling weeds

floating fish

sinking rafts

Okauchee

it was all we ever knew

or

wanted

of summer

At dusk we piled into the attic

Strewed across mattresses

no longer wanted at home

we listened to

the bats chatter

as it lulled us

to

sleep

( Okauchee Lake. Okauchee Wisconsin )

Dirk Velvet’s poetry will appear in the Silver Birch Press Green Anthology, a collection of poetry and prose from writers around the world — available March 15, 2013.

Photo: Ken Blackwell, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED