Reservoir

On the shores of Lake Ontario
I flew a plastic kite
while standing on a landfilled beach
beside a ripe sewerpipe.
 
Skipping stones across the murk
jumping clods of scum
I marvel at it’s rainbow sheen
iridescent in the sun.
 
If I could take you there someday
I’d show you quite a sight
we’ed watch the ships chug by all day
and a star or two come night.
 
On the shores of Lake Ontario
the seagulls come to bathe
thjat’s why they smell so bad, you know
Look out! Here comes a wave!
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