Lucius Furius


Reservoir (Day) - Poem by Lucius Furius

The golfers leave early -
September or October -
it's just you and the hickories,
the asters, the goldenrod -
and the reservoir -
the ripples shimmering eastward.

Steamshovels and bulldozers labored here one summer,
digging a hole for the water,
piling up the earth.

You walk on the bank they made,
seeing beyond the golf course -
the houses and barns,
the swampy gray-brown fields of goldenrod,
the railroad tracks,
the pines.

Your thoughts plunge to the reservoir's bottom
then turn
racing to the farthest field.

Topic(s) of this poem: lake, nature, water

Form: Lyric


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is one of the Humanist Art Homepage, Scraps of Faith poems.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 26, 2017

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 13, 2017


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