Holiday in a muddy carpark
A place where people´s excitement meets
The lakes the shape of octogons
Yes the shape of optimism
At the top of the hill looking down on them
The bright grey cool and shiny beaming up to our morning eyes
reflecting the clouds silver lining
little seagull waves appearing and disappearing
Shape of the water´s round edges
people´s personalities all joining to be a piece of it
not be left out to hold the water in as if it needed it
Trying to contain something that so easily drains
The story of so many people´s lives written, read and told
on the margins of those lakes
Etched into the banks and inscribed in the long flat lines
of the reed leaves
Ambition stirs that water stops it from becoming stagnant
There must be life, but only if it wants to live
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