he’s chasing a ghost of a buried lake left behind by others his instruments tell him it’s almost close enough to touch to taste every time he gets close it moves away to pop up somewhere else at night he dreams of water the wasteful luxury of dishwashers long hot showers swimming pools the thick texture of watered lawns under bare feet in the morning he wakes up thirsty renews the search Sisyphus rolling his rock up a relentless hill
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BIO: Lisa Timpf is a retired HR and communications professional who lives in Simcoe, Ontario. Her writing has appeared in a variety of venues, including New Myths, Third Flatiron, The Martian Wave, and The Dogs of War anthology.