On the Friday evening
turning night
mist arose on the lake shore
as I swam in the dark waters,
and when I walked down the pier
to the cold sands
I reached into the past
and realized it had been decades
since last I had swam
with mist hanging
above the surface of a lake
in the summer night,
and I remembered a dragonfly
that had flown just past my head
towards the reeds on the shore
on that another lake,
while the now lost dead
awaited on the shore
and on this shore solitude.
10.08.2025
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