Frautschi Point, December

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single-file foot path
we follow our dog’s glib trot
toward the wavering
city-scape across the lake
boot-squeak       squirrel-scratch       water-lap

broken Bud bottles
clutter the shoreline boulders
we pluck up brown glass
as if gold              pocket fragments
careful not to cut our palms

abandoned bathhouse
snow-steeped      doors boarded           waiting
we circle like wolves
hungry for a glimpse of light
holding gloved hands           hip to hip

four white swans float           flanked
by dozens of barking geese
a squall blocks the sun
ice chunks bounce and bob nearby
after the freeze       where is home?

Sara Parrell
            from Echolocations, Poets Map Madison, Cowfeather Press, 2013