Walked in wide circles
becoming smaller
and smaller
settled to the floor
smooth, harmless
There, unable to topple
I thought of Sanctuary Lake,
the John Burroughs Estate
Esopus, New York.
I used to walk in wide circles
saying "and electricity flows
over Sanctuary Lake"
but this did not
a poem make
But I tried. And tried.
And then stopped.
And stopped for four years
until last year
which was the last year
to try.
On this date.
So, now a nameless lake
with electric canopy
is all I will ask of you,
is all I will remember.
No one is angry forever.
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