She Breaches

She Breaches short poem

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Gulls swarm above the lake, clockwise and counter
hundreds of miles from the sea, just a step below
the unclothed mountain shoulders, they churn
swerve near each other like some game, my brother
tells me he wouldn’t be surprised if stripes of blood
began to highlight the gray and white. The lake is known
for rainbow trout and we just set out in an old wooden
skiff, the oarlocks grunting at the gentlest stroke,
our hooks unbaited and both of us still smelling
of eggs and toast. The morning, started on the peach
side of gold, has gone green, the few high clouds clotting
and bruising up. There’s a rush in the air like a storm
assaulting the lower reaches is racing our way. The hour
has settled on our chests as the gulls tighten
their gyre to near the lake’s surface which is starting
to bubble, not with an angry boil, with a hemispherical
cascade. I reach for the oars with leaden arms, a stink
of ketone, fruit like, the exhalation of a starving giant
stacks another layer just as the bubbles stop and the
water bulges up unbroken, the lens of a massive eye

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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