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Smith Mountain Lake, VA
On a crooked finger
of the drowned Roanoke
we prepare a simple meal,
our day's last communion.
Anchored deep beneath the forest
of the mountain's reflection,
we sway to birdsong on water
rippled by the distant whir of motors.
Our sons fish for bluegills and bass
from a drift boat at the cove's mouth,
casting lines through a swath of sunset
until it retreats and they return,
veiled in the hastening twilight.
From Faith to See and Other Poems (Finishing Line Press, 2007).
This poem first appeared in U.S. 1 Worksheets.
Used here with the author's permission.
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Kathe L. Palka is the author of five books. A member of the U.S. 1 Poets’ Cooperative and the Haiku Poets of the Garden State. Kathe writes in free verse and in the Japanese forms of haiku and tanka. She is an editor at tinywords.com, a daily online journal of haiku and micropoetry. A lifelong resident of New Jersey, Kathe is an avid gardener who enjoys wandering the parklands of her native state whenever time permits. Learn more about her at her Haiku Foundation web page.
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Wilda Morris:
"Casting lines through a swath of sunset. . . ." Beautiful!
Posted 07/07/2013 10:10 PM
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Buckner14:
Close to perfect!
Posted 07/07/2013 10:23 AM
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nancilee:
Beautifully said.
Posted 07/06/2013 11:49 AM
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Ralph Murre:
Somewhere, I too am in the picture. That's good writing.
Posted 07/06/2013 09:52 AM
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Katrina:
I love the swaying and the way the cove owns its mouth. Actually I always appreciate Kathe's poetry. Thank you.
Posted 07/06/2013 07:31 AM
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