It’s a good spot to camp,
If you got the spare time,
Spare cash, and the old wish
To get out of town, split
Like a wisp, a few fumes,
Just some ash in the air
Where you were, where you aren’t.
Now you’re here. That’s the trick—
To get lost good, to be
The ghost that is. You loon.
A pond like this is bound
To drown more than your corpse.
Thursday, June 3, 2021
Loon Pond
