Lady,
Sitting,
Upon
Lake,
Picnic,
Bench,

Long hair,
Liberated,
of its berets and barettes,
Cascades,
Down,
To her breasts,
That cradles,
Evenings,
And
Songs,
Sighs of geese,
As shes dressed,
In a dapper sundress,

How did she get there,
By the map and compass,
Of a reverie,
The serenade,
Of the lake wind,
Flowing,
Through her hair,

Empty picnic table,
She gazes blankly,
beatific and lovely,
As a hymn,
Into the lakes,
Surreal reflection,

The trees are swaying,
In its lucid crystal,
Crowning crescents,
And her beauty,
Is sitting,
upon the lake waters,
Kissed by stars
Reynaldo Casison