WORKSHOP 2
Based on an erasure poem exercise

I felt ice on the lake breaking and floating away.
Splashing waves.

I look up at the blue irregularly shaped moon. An asteroid?
Anticipation.

Here I see sands untouched and protected by this tree, 
a cow peacefully grazing. What? Green grass?

The dark sky full of stars. A chorus of trees spreading.
There are no empty spaces along the Earth’s equator. 

Sound of laughter.
Of what’s left behind once the otters are done fishing.