Qua Literary and Fine Arts Magazine, Fall 2021

A Lake
Superior Trek
By Vicky Dawson
I. Old Boat
Old, discarded boat
Weathered hull cracks, into—
Beautiful grey bones.
II. Sand Skeletons
Along the sun-scorched shores of Lake Superior
Lay the old bones of vessels
Long wrecked and forgotten.
Superior, so deep, so cold, a crypt.
Yet, driftwood bodies burst forth
Emergent, out of a frothy grave.
Little more than grey ribbed curiosities
Scattered haphazardly.
Their sand-smoothed edges
The only remnant the vessel ever existed.
III. Pine Witches
Roots, like witches’ fingers grow.
Poised and pointed, in their crooked pose.
Creep out of shallow sandstone rock,
But, when their trampled fingers crack,
Even old, gnarled pine witches weep.
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