Sitting by Speed Lake

-Nolan Perito

The rustling of dead trees in the distance remind me

of the rolling waves on a shoreline.

Somewhere far away.

The ripples in the water reflect a starless night sky.

Devoid of life. It looked sad, I suppose.

The clouds unmoving in their stead.

The autumn cold crept up my spine as I

pondered my place in the universe. While I hate

it with all my soul, there’s something comforting

about it. A familiar crawling.

Take me far away, lest you mock me further,

autumn wind. Let’s go to the beach.