BOTTOM NEEDLES ON LAKE


ABOVE THE MIRRORED GLASS LAKE,
EARLY MORNING,
THE SKY OPENED UP
AS THOUSANDS OF PIN SHARP NEEDLES
FELL IN UNISON FROM THE
SKY TOWARDS THE POND.

THE SOUND
THOSE NEEDLES MADE ON THAT MIRRORED GLASS WAS SUDDEN AND RAPTUROUS.

LASTING NOTHING MORE THAN SEVERAL SECONDS,
THE WATER RETURNED TO ITS
COMATOSE POSITION REFLECTING
THOSE IMAGES THAT HAVE ENOUGH
TO REFRACT OFF OTHER
ENTITIES IN THAT ENVIRONMENT.

THEN,
AS THE NEEDLES MADE THEIR WAY
LOW TO THE BOTTOM OF THAT RURAL LAKE
A BIRD SCREAMED.