An old Lake

Sparkles in the sun, a shimmer

Ripples in the lake’s current.

Three individual geese alight

Alone toward their separate destinations

Silent reflections gliding underneath

Their path determined by chance

For some consider life a game.

But Nature never deals favorites

Or at least she wants you to think.

written – 4/27/2023


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