But a breeze moves across the surface of the lake

dark water lies as far as one can see

as if to say, “I was and am and I will be

I, the fish, the duck, the dam, the drake

 

We live together year by year

adapted to the waning sun, the season

We see the trust, we see the treason

winds carry them away, hut we are here”.

 

Their fatal fires light the shore, they seek a key

In Agassiz, reminder of the ancient inland sea.