The Lake

The air is full of burnt smog
and paths are crisscrossed with briars.
The clinging air fades
as I walk to the bitter lake
I imagine your reflection beside mine
and I dip my hands in to cup some water.
I offer you a cup of these bitter tears.


(Published in The Blue Nib, issue 38, June 2019)

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