The lake is intoxicating,
drawing you to sit and watch.
Welcome to this spot,
this time of quiet reflection.
Watching fish jump, birds
skim the surface searching.
The heroin stalks its shadow,
watching for the fish.
All as the clam surface is
disturbed, a wonder in time.
Because you don't feel it
passing, instead it is frozen.
Just for you to sit and see,
what has always been reflected.
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