The Shape Of Lakes

We walk a changing Earth
unawares, thinking the mountains
immovable, the ocean vast,
the lakes lapping at predestined shores
all things chained to boundary.
We build roads just off shorelines and
cities in bays, we
do not dream of shifting seas or
mountains filed down to smoothness;
do not think of the homes we dwell
submersed like ancient forests,
nor lakeside towns crumbling to desert –
we only pick our way through living ruins.

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