Echo Lake

by Emily Duggan, Contributor
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Her kayak scythes
Like the loon’s wing
Agile as a blade

Through sad lily pads
In neural nets
Of tiny water brains

That phrased her youth’s cognition
No answers now
Just sky

Just trees that
Crisscross carefully
Shivering, touch-shy,

Birch adders latticed
As ladders to an attic
Where the secret’s safely kept

In boxes under boxes, floured
In dusty flurries, with the floor
For years unswept.

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