A Beautiful Lie (Written September 25, 2013)

A Beautiful Lie

 

While the tide keeps going out

And the mud flats grow wide

And the fog, like the footfall

 

Of a vaporous mountain, rolls

Into the mouth of the bay, the tall

Man, rising up out of the water,

 

Approaches the circle of revelers

Gathered around his daughter

As around a fire. For years

 

She’s been on the run, and now,

If he sees her at all, it is with tears

In his eyes, an ache in his heart

 

And no joy. What comfort can he

Find in her return? To him,

It feels like a beautiful lie.

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