A daily poem #268 – October 2, 2010

A poem
by James Longenbach

Lake on the Hill

Often I walk the dog at night.
Once around the block, maybe twice,
And sometimes we head up to the reservoir.
If it’s snowing, I put a little coat on the dog,
Booties if they’ve salted the street.

Everything you need is up there.
You can see for miles and you’ve got a lake,
Not large, the water black and still.
Emptiness where the city ends and farmland begins,
Lights of the houses below, and if you’re quiet—

Sounds you couldn’t actually hear.
Clock ticking on the wall, pipes,
A nightstand with a lamp, a desk, pencils in a cup—

Then it’s time for the dog to go home,
Have a biscuit, go to bed.

Sometimes there’s a kid with a skateboard,
No cars, they close the gates at dusk.
Not really a lake: it’s lined with concrete,
The opposite of an island
But it beckons, as islands do.

I like arriving or leaving.
Thimble, Block, Brigantine—

When I burned my journals some of it caught
Immediately, a brown stain
Spreading from the center of each page.
Some was stubborn: gray scraps
Rising like messages in the air.

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~ by Chris Hibbard on October 2, 2010.

One Response to “A daily poem #268 – October 2, 2010”

  1. Aw, this was a really quality post. In theory I’d like to write like this too – taking time and real effort to make a good article… but what can I say… I procrastinate alot and never seem to get something done

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