the land-drunk poet and the
had gone down to the lake's end, to see what it told them
they had left all their wafers and all their shoelaces
all of their tennis shoes and all of their hairpins
the imaginable excess of two people bored out of their minds, and the
diamond-blunt gleam of their glee
They jumped into the lake and he yelled, "It's done."
"What is?" she asked.