Trinity Spring
Evening on the lake and
There’s fog.
The water laps at the
Houseboat, gurgling its
Way shoreward,
Rolled by wind and
Propellers.
Rain comes. Pattering
Windows, deck, lawn chairs,
Covering the docks like a
Blanket.
The light on a buoy
Blinks, brighter and brighter,
As night curls around the bay.
