Lake Turnover

Still turning;

nearing

the

end of Fall,

my Fall

the stratification

of a life

made easy

or harder

depending on

the up or down

of things,

the perspective from which a turn

is taken

this turn

my turn will seem sudden

it will be

the epilimnion;

the surface caving in

on itself

from the bottom

upward

I’ll come

tumbling rising to

the offset beat

of the washer drum;

too many

heavy pieces inside

this turn,

my turn-

I will rise.

s lynn knight 2016
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