For Some

I watched a sailboattrying to make its wayacross the lake.My book was open,but I hadn’t turned a page.Too tired; too hot. I checked on the sailboat.It seemed to be where it was before.No breeze.Here or out there.Stifling in this heat. The quiet was shatteredby the high whineof speed boats that cameand went with or withoutskiersContinue reading “For Some”