Lake Lights

"There is a tall who loves only him." And they left these tracks, pausing and tripping along, only to come back around again. We don't see it for a spin. And we can't see it for a shake: this track and this track that match each other in weight and spacing. It's happy, though, that they go along like that in the dark. You hardly see that these days. When I found these tracks, I examined them for evidence of love. Pretend the colors are sounds and it makes up for the hush and gravel of thinking. A number of waves, and nothing else, shimmer primary and turquoise. And the love in the all around. The absorptive and patient blackness to listen and settle against their tracings.