Cresting a saddle
between two peaks
I came upon a lake
Absolutely clear
I saw bottom-soaked logs
small fish darting
Surrounded
shale on mountainsides
tall guardian trees on three sides
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| A worship house without a name. |
I couldn’t remember
the name
of this holy place
Cresting the hard times
between you and I
we came to a smooth spot
Absolutely clear
I could see our flaws
little neuroces darting between us
Surrounded
friends, family on all sides
too tall mountaintops
When you saw me
you couldn’t remember
this holy place
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| What was left when it was done. |
Adam F.C. Fletcher 