Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Village Secrets
long kept secrets
lay beneath a placid lake
move with scurrying fish and
into a brook they flow,
washed and cleansed by cascades
still the brook babbles through the houses
now the whole village knows
kept secrets of long ago
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