Water Nipples Lake water
ripples
wave peaks perk up like
a plethora of nipples
they roll under flat green lily pads
pasted by lily white honky flower horse ribbons
and roll onto the shore,
gets sandy banks wet like
a dutiful whore
opens up opens up dustily to
rivers that roll
harder
stream trained to oceans where the waves
break backs.

Where the wind does not blow,
where there are no pebbles tossed,
no magic to stir up apathetical water
there is placidity,
but no lucidity,
stagnance.