The Dam
Pent water trembled at the dam
Moonlight shivered at
its lip
By the dam I watched all night
And wore a starry
cape.
I watched the brown
bats slip
Under dawn’s skirt
then escape
All their hunting
done.
Pent water dimpled at
brink
The dam shrugged
Hurled beams, cattle,
barns
And cars all in its
wake.
--Barbara Spring
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