A closer look...

The man walks up, and stands by a lake...

Man standing by a lake looks down...

The lake is clear...

The lake is wide...

It stretches like a flat cool blade

Out into distant horizon line...

Ir seems so calm...A bird flies out...

There's stones beneath it's still, wide face...

Red, green, and brown...kelp floats about...

Uh oh...Here we go!...

The lake is doin a jig, hey, shit...

A swirling eddy has opened up and the man's becoming

Fascinated...

"What's this he says?..."

A funnel spout of water ripples; wraps around

Like arm in arm...

The sun reflects in spots, and shimmies...

His mind's eye dances down the drain...

There's writhing fish, and algae, coral spinning

Within the soup that's churning mad...

The man is in vortex of thought...

Watching colleague stretch her back...

She asks him why he asks such things...

He tell her cuz he thinks too much...

He's on his phone; chats with his boss...

His boss tells him he'll pay his miles...

A rainbow fish brawls with the tide...

Man feels an ache within left eye...

His boss tells him record your miles...

Fat sun now dips like tongue of dog...

The man is plunged down in the eddy...

Maybe he'll come out other side?...

He fights the onslaught of swirling pools

That soak his jacket, and fill his shoes...

While death is nearing, a voice approaches

Out of the darkness...so warm and rich...

It sounds quite husky, with cave acoustics...

It asks him with a funny swagger

To let his last breath free and come...

Share in the new life at the bottom...

An epiphany he'd never guessed...

The sunset cascades out from water;

Changing the sky from blue to gold...

The boss's voice from tunnel echos...

"I want to pay you...Just chart your miles..."

The lake is clear...The man is gone...

Two birds fly in and skim the waves...

7/9/24

Bunny Villaire