THE LAKE IS CLOSED!


Squint in the sun,
dusk-baked sigh
cop cars drive on by
as darkness comes
and night-time looms
"The lake is closed!"
Oh yeah, says whom?
Does it freeze-frame like a picture show?
Get frozen under feet of snow?
Do they take some plastic and seal it up?
Pull the plug and drain it off?
Oh, close the lake and seven seas -
sop up the whales and dolphin's pee -
do only I wonder why?
The lake is closed!
The cops
are
high.

 

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