Down by the Lake
Kids went down by the lake to get high,
the man-made lake where they say
someone died,
that is where kids went to get high.
Open the wrought iron gate.
Follow the path around. Sit in the grass
by the sycamores. The outline of
K building shows through the trees.
Cicada screams like drills at school
where you sat Indian style, head bowed.
If the world exploded, you wouldn’t know it.
Birds dissolve. The sky retreats.
Hours pass. It is quiet by the path. The screams
have ceased. Fireflies rise above the grass.
