Burning Lake

I hate the inadequacy of cliches. They can never even approach the true experience, the true feeling. Experiences, feelings, they're subjective and dynamic. Cliche is a blanket statement smothering all things small, original, simple, creative.

I won't tell you that I love sunsets. That's a cliche.
I love Sauble Beach at dusk, wearing sweaters, toes in the now chilly water, watching the sun slip into the horizon. This is my childhood.


Burning Lake

The sky's on fire
as the earth turns,
as the sun dips
and melts
into the lake
a blazing orange pool
bleeding into the still black waters.
But you can't touch a sunset--
so warm looking in the sky.
None of that warmth carries.
Cold wind
blows off the burning lake
and whips through dune grass and our hair.