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Ray Rasmussen
18 November 2009The last time here, families sharing picnic blankets and teens on beach towels crowded the lake front. I spent most of my time pretending to read, but really sneaking glances at a particular bikinied girl. I lay on my stomach to hide my lust.
This evening, the grasses are yellow, bent and worn from a summer’s use; the birch trees are barren of leaves; a windfall is spread beneath the apple tree.
resting
on the reed tip
an iridescent dragonflyA bull frog’s “wronk, wronk, wronk” breaks my reverie. I walk to the nearby lodge and sit alone. Several couples dine in silence, staring past one another.
mountain sunset
painted turtles slumber
on a weathered logLooking out the window, I see her again, taste that first kiss, touch her apple-hard breast.
What was her name…
