A pendulum swings easily, to and fro
Flinging black mud off like memories
The clumps rip across a sheet of water, near a foot
They stop and then dive downward leaving muddy sinewy trails.
This oasis near the shore is tilted
As a blue sky shoots up sideways
Against the dry hills.
It is interesting, but I could probably float on that board forever.
Corking in the ripples of the lake.
The Quieted Brook 