Dock Pulled From the Lake

A reprise posting on this day in late September when the dock has been, once again, pulled from the lake.

In a dim light...

Dock Pulled From the Lake

It’s fall – work done awaiting the wind, snow, cold
All that leveling last spring – slow, ponderous, perfect
Rakish on the hillside now leaning against the chocks
Tires old, bald, often flat, held it for the slow ride out of the water
Dark green becoming pale and gray
Scaly scum drying in the sun
Ice can’t reach the spindly legs bent one year
Leaves will gather beneath blown into sheltered hiding
Summer’s sights and sounds brought life to the dock
Children laughing, planks clattering, boats bumping, lifts clicking
Worms, bobbers, hooks, lines – casting, watching, waiting
Late afternoons – chairs,  glasses of wine, binoculars
Thousands of acres of lake with no movement except the waves
The loon a favorite regular – used to be shy – magnificent beauty
Eagles must know when we’re not watching – a shadow, a glimpse, a…

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