A Rest at Lake Skanatatti
Sunlight flashes off the ripples spreading across Lake Skanatatti. We sit on a courtyard-sized outcropping. A Brazilian woman with a flower tattoo on her bare left shoulder talks into a two-way radio. Her daughters chuckle; one skips a stone. A couple to our right casts fishing lines. I sit Half-Lotus, sighing out the latest resentment over the job. And feel only a tired sadness afterward.
skimming across the water
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Mark HarpurHire An Editor