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We Come Here to Watch
by Karen Schwartz

I park at the lake to watch
water thrust against jagged
rock, a symphony of motion.
Gusts of frigid wind rocks my
mid-size car like a cradle
while mercilessly pounding
bucketing waves
against stone into
volcanic eruption.
Notes resonate
like Wagnerian chords
to protest turbulent times.
I come to listen, to understand
in solitude but within moments
we are not alone.
The once emptied parking lot,
now lined with others, here to witness
the same show in high definition
complete with Dolby sound.
Wedged between vehicles
like canned sardines,
I think to myself,
I thought drive-ins were obsolete!








 


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