LAKE
Sick with boats.
Sick with people in swimwear.
The water bright with tidal plastic.
At sunset, the lake is a city
memorizing the sky
stuck on orange meets
pink meets the last part
of a never before blue.
It's a ruined work of art.
Now clouded, gray, gone.
Shirtless men point to every
moving thing on the horizon.
TYPO
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