The Lake

Stick legs sunk deep into the ground
like white picket fences sitting along the grass line.
a sea of glistening onyx as the fluorescent orange
from the street lamp reflects its shadow into the depths

Two lovers resting on the dock,
one with knees curled, cigarette in her mouth
the other standing so stoic, so still
like a toothpick in a burnt brownie.

trees waves their bristling brown branches
providing some comfort, but a hidden mystery
laying in the dark of their trunks
nude without their leaves.

moon overhead with streaks of clouds
playing hide and seek with the stars
blinking their light as to not let
the fish gain comfort and security.