Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

Discovery — Robert M. Randolph

1

In a lakeside cabin
on a rainy night, I sit under a pull-chain bulb
drinking tea. The door
stands open.
Adele sings
on the radio. Her voice
sounds like polished jade. Rain falls on the lake, as if just discovering this world.

2

Earlier I found a deer skull
by the north cove.

I knelt
and felt its smoothness,
moving one finger around the eye socket.
Near us, the lake shone
like a mirror.

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