• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 01
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Rice Lake

the sound of ripples wraps the
silence of the moss-sprinkled ground
inviting an orchestra of angled sunlight
to come center stage
painting every somber leaf yellow
a grey squirrel leaped from a tree trunk

wilted leaves patiently await their first flight
"they right breeze will set us free"
they thought
as they dance from side to side