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Finger Lakes

February 23, 2007 Leave a comment Go to comments

There is a row
of row houses—

a boat, out at
the cabin.

Guinness
and micro brews.

Out on the lake,
the seaweed

covers the floor
for ten feet.

The glaciers
carving sand.

Lake Seneca
is in my heart.

by Jared Wahlgren


  1. Ivy
    March 1, 2007 at 4:12 am | #1
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    Great images, especially the finger-like form of the poem. I also got the sense of tracing with a finger and traces left behind.

  2. Dave
    March 1, 2007 at 7:10 am | #2
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    Any poem that mentions beer earns an almost automatic place in my heart.