Two Lakes

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