Lakes do not happen <br />Only in geography. <br />I know one with a Japanese garden <br />And a limited zoo; it is surrounded <br />By a red road and is completely <br />Artificial. Among its reflections <br />Are isolated trucks, fragrant locomotives, and a giant <br />Steel works. <br /> <br />The second lake lies <br />At the foot of a hill and is clean <br />To the point of invisibility. On one side <br />Is the club where dead Englishmen sit <br />Down on tigers and play bridge; little <br />Balls of air drift through their moustached faces. <br />In the billiard-room the table is still <br />Intact, while the stained kitchen-knife <br />Has appeared in the region's <br />Folklore. <br /> <br />[From: Distance in Statute Miles]<br /><br />Arvind Krishna Mehrotra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-lakes/
