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Kristofer Collins: Looking at the Lake

for Jude Vachon

Fresh cords of wood stacked against

the eastward wall and some songs

I knew all the words to in high school

add their old crackle to the fire’s 

static; the empty courtyard

and the black-bricked Chinese restaurant

beyond get hazy at the edges, grow

soft as mud. I could use a drink,

but I was sick all last night, so

I drink my water from this blue cup

instead. All the words I know, each one

a useless thing. I think of your ashes

in a small jelly jar on a shelf in the pantry

at home, useless too. Where are your 

wonderful ideas now? All ten thousand

of them, each one a tiny grain you

let loose in this world. I should have done

more, I guess. Should maybe have said

something. I don’t know what language

could have reached you out there

on the lake, what bridge could be bothered

to bring you back now.

Copyright 2022 Kristofer Collins

Kristofer Collins’s many collections of poetry include The River is Another Kind of Prayer (Kung Fu Treachery Press, 2019). He lives in Pittsburgh.

Kristofer Collins

2 comments on “Kristofer Collins: Looking at the Lake

  1. Sean Sexton
    May 28, 2022

    Very sweet recollective poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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