point_pelee
ovenbird
We're
here
to
stand
at
the
edge
–a
place
where
a
spear
of
land
meets
the
deadly
cross
currents
of
Lake_Erie.
My
children
cannot
believe
this
is
a
lake.
They
insist
it
is
the
ocean
.
The
horizon
is
a
knife
cutting
the
rind
of
the
sky
away
from
the
flesh
of
the
water
.
People
let
their
toes
touch
the
waves
clawing
at
the
shore
in
defiance
of
all
the
signs
that
warn
you
against
this
very
thing
.
There's
an
animating
power
in
knowing
your
life
is
at
risk
.
Everyone
here
is
wondering
what
will
happen
if
they
throw
themselves
in
.
We
all
imagine
the
undertow winding
its
arms
around
our
waists,
kissing
away
the
life
clinging
to
us
like
sand
and
we
can't
tell
if
the
shiver
traveling
up
our
spines
is
terror
or
desire
.
When
I'm
walking
away
the
water
throws
itself
at
my
feet
,
and
soaks
my
shoes
.
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what's it to you?
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go
blather
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