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Intake Crib Lighthouse-1920

I want to be the man who lives

in the water intake on the lake.

It’s a fine, round, stone edifice

with a circular, steel roof.

It’s almost a hundred years old,

surrounded by water and sky.

I’d have to have a motor boat

to get groceries on Tuesdays.

Inside my house there is a hole

where water pours in forever,

a waterfall coils down in darkness

and knows no end to washing

the inner depths of my abode—

my history, my name, everything

a smooth and sleek pathway.

Everyone would know of the hermit

who lives in the circular stone house,

standing alone out on the lake.

His home provides water

for everyone to drink.

I want to be that man who lives,

Zebra mussels grow on his chin.