Finger Lakes
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.
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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.
Any poem that mentions beer earns an almost automatic place in my heart.