2008-06-24 - 12:17 a.m.
Ode to Quake Lakes
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Other people don't trust you. They talk about blowing you up, about bursting your banks on their terms and not yours. But I'm rooting for you, Quake Lakes. I like you just the way you are.
Something about you is intriguing to me. I wonder whether you have any chance at all of becoming a real, permanent lake. Where would the first fish come from? I entertain the idea of the Tin Woodman and I skirting your shores under the cover of night and throwing grocery bags filled with fish into you. (The Tin Man like to sing during these outings and me, I like to dance.)
My feelings for you are irrelevant, but they are real, and they are hard to articulate satisfactorily.
I think you're helping me to understand why some people get so excited over poetry.
I also simply like to say your name.
Thank you Quake Lakes.
