Lakeside

Panicked bubbles come from fish
down under a sheet of ice.
Screams will come from rabbits
taken by talons or fangs
in the winter, go into bones.
The moon comes into your bedroom
through that same opening,
as you sleep. And you bolt up
to see yourself in a dark mirror
across the room. But in the image
you are lying back, deeply asleep,
amused at what the moon’s fingers
are doing to you. You have apparently
fallen out of your own dream.
Separations like these routinely happen
to those who sleep around
a winter lake.

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