Splendor on Lake Michigan
by Michael Escoubas

Though the late summer outing
produced no fish,
it turned out to be everything

he needed at one particular
moment in time:
he accepted the red sun rising

as a sign of life. The sun,
unperturbed by
gray clouds, maps its way painting

the horizon in lavish hues,
purples and pinks,
ambers and blues that ransacked his breath.

In a world in which perfection
is beyond one’s
reach. His life, filled with flaws,

was found by fire filling the firmament–
a baptism of sorts–
grace ascending in silence and morning mist.



 

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