Adrift, adrift. The lake full of algae,
it clung to us as we walked out
of the water, turned our towels
green. Now a headache from too
much sun. Always a remainder,
these days. No even division,
always something to carry on.
Adrift, adrift. The lake full of algae,
it clung to us as we walked out
of the water, turned our towels
green. Now a headache from too
much sun. Always a remainder,
these days. No even division,
always something to carry on.