grey blue hue coming through

from lake you lake erie lake true

lake empty and sad

with nothing but horizon
or the maybe of a hurricane
and stampede of bison

an unlikely chance

call it happenstance

twirl of fingertip snow
sleepy light show
and although it seems what it seems
the still somber of what is what is

discouraging warning
a flash sign
the swell of what really is mine

the wind up there up here
the displacement of home

the actualization of gone

unrelenting color of pre-dawn

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