Wow, “quiet of gold” “spool of dark”
I don’t know how you come up with such frantically good metaphors…
This poem put me in a mood, especially since the lake looks something like Tickle Naked Pond (google it) in Vermont where we always swam when we were up there in the 50’s.
A lovely poem, Adagio.
j.

Thank you, Jacob.

Wow, metaphorically delicious…
I want seconds.

Thank you.

I am impressed with the picture you painted with these words.

I am a big fan of porches, porch chairs, hammocks etc.

I can imagine a lot. Who sat there last, why?

who will lie on the hammock next?

I have memories that make me do this imagining…and this poem brings up many of those memories.

j.

Thank you