“Return to Walloon Lake” published on Connotation Press 2015

Return to Walloon Lake

Aging child, come back
from that echoless shore where
sorrow builds its berms.

For daylight brings curled
birch bark, the puffed pods of seeds,
and a man who holds

you as you sleep. Lay
aside the unearned past. Flames
lick the bonfire’s logs.

Rejoice in deer tracks.
The glacial lake will wash you
clean. Rise up. Rise up.

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