11 Hooded Rock, Canal Park

I photographed a rock,

The head of the

diamond

in its formation

In my camera’s eye …

And what do you know? Hooded by ice.

Icy hoody overhang.

The oddity of a great melt

In November

Although, we couldn’t have 40 without fog.

And so the foghorn

On the little lighthouse –

The one on the other side of the bridge (where we never go) –

Sounds once, twice long.

And ceases.

If ribbons made sound, that would be the gray water’s rebound.

I have a game – What color is the

Lake

Today?

I can’t say.

How can you bottle

This inside of words?

On the side of gray, but soft like blue.

Hard to say, for sure.

The fog meets the water

in obscurity.

Ribbons.