Lake Asquam
written by: Greg Hill
@PrimeArepo
At turns familiar, fierce and feather-flustered,
the dark lake’s loons oscillate their announcements—
trumpeting like Gabriel clawing back the clouds’ unmade bed corners,
or bitter as the lake bottom where dinner, shivering across the invasive moss,
will lose hope of its evading—
like the westbound imperial moon,
sinking
by cold degrees
between the awful cries—
vocative, possessive, ablative
Greg Hill is an experimental poet and short story writer in West Hartford, Connecticut. His work has appeared in Otoliths, Barzakh, Streetcake Magazine, and elsewhere. In the free time afforded to a father of three, he composes experimental music for piano using cryptographic constraints.
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- Lake Asquam - September 30, 2024
