Carlson Vicenti

SPOTTED LAKE

circles of water

craddled in the arms

of mother earth

hundreds of round mirrors

reflecting the past

and the future

my eyes walk through a maze of dreams
that connect my spirit

to my surroundings

a woman's eyes sparkle

each pool captures warm shafts of light
penetrating turbulent clouds

that swirl above

red tail hawk glides on the wind’s song
and magpies black and white wings
dance to the same melody

at my feet

pools are medicine wheels

compressed to eclipses in the distance
dreams squeezed tightly

releasing a snow capped mountain
that looks over us

a car passes

and the doppler shift draws me back

to where we're perched

overlooking a day

that lingers like the smell of sage

in my mind

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