Lakes in a Row

if you go out today
with lakes to make
and life eludes your
wet embrace
and dry earth sockets
bare your tears
in terse saline
with crystal mirrors
go out to the new parade
with flagging marchers on crusade
maybe mad with making change
into something else
just the same
a string of lights engaged
to a halo newly born
the ghost of more or less
water to the outworn
what you just made
and wetter in pockets
than their good years
of verse realigned

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