Wednesday, August 9, 2017

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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