The Greatest Lake
Michael Dienstbach
Class of 2018
Sea birds hopping one rock to another
They never leap into the Greatest Lake
Looking out from the church I'm searching
for a mother
In the calmest water I have ever seen
The kind and smiling clouds, the sun is
shining through
And there's a crystal clear horizon, and a
black balloon
Limp, feathering down to the surface
It makes no ripple in the mild cerulean
A slow pontoon grumbles by
As the distant dusk tries to pry
Open wide the faceless clouds
I grin, I open my eyes, and I don't know
why