At the South End of Lake Whatcom
by Richard Widerkehr
published in Sweet Tree Review, Winter 2017
At night the lake looks closer, and somehow it’s brighter than the sky, spread out like watery cloth.
It’s hard to think of the speed of light or the way light’s supposed to bend around things. From where
I stand by the still water, the stars don’t pulsate. They get bigger and bigger, wet as the grass at my feet.
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