NaPoWRiMo #3 – About the Murder

by krstaten

Was it just one
in the middle of winter,
sometime since January,
or maybe a certain number
of weeks beforehand,
the lake in the middle–
somewhere frozen in there–
meticulous nature making things muted
here in mystery?

Or two by a fellow
afraid of fitting form;
hardly picked today to draw
into weapons
too many lights,
a terrible pop,
a never-ending negative;
loosening it up;
stepping outside;
somewhere out there
compassionate nature
carrying this forward.

The untrained eye never found
the all but impossible
or how an idea forms
beneath the ice.