Intake Crib Lighthouse-1920
by Paul A. White
I want to be the man who lives
in the water intake on the lake.
It’s a fine, round, stone edifice
with a circular, steel roof.
It’s almost a hundred years old,
surrounded by water and sky.
I’d have to have a motor boat
to get groceries on Tuesdays.
Inside my house there is a hole
where water pours in forever,
a waterfall coils down in darkness
and knows no end to washing
the inner depths of my abode—
my history, my name, everything
a smooth and sleek pathway.
Everyone would know of the hermit
who lives in the circular stone house,
standing alone out on the lake.
His home provides water
for everyone to drink.
I want to be that man who lives,
Zebra mussels grow on his chin.
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