Hitchcock Lake in Wolcott Connecticut. rented a small house on the lake back in the day. there were lots of ducks on the lake. it was a yellow house and my son learned to walk there and i cut wood across the street to heat the place in the winter.
I am tired of travelling.
looks for duck eggs
in the lake
and finds them.
I am tired and drinking black bitter coffee at the kitchen table.
sticks & stones
& chips of glass
Basket patterns my eyes haze.
House plants strain for sunlight.
Days been another all day grey.
Just put out another cigarette.
rolls up her pants
before trees bud.
published by angelic dynamo 2008