red kayak
alone
drifting with the gentle breeze
in the middle of the lake
water droplets
beads
of shining glass
shatter
in the afternoon sun,
drip
into the water
ripple ripple ripple ripple
breathe their life out in never-ending circles
surface like a mirror
reflecting bouncing the bad thoughts
away
but what lurks under the surface?
does it know
care understand
as it drifts with the gentle breeze
in the middle of the lake
alone
red kayak
Posted in response to the challenge Boat.
we weren't even close to fairy tales. but
your hands clasped in mine felt like satiny silk
on a wedding dress made for
this warmth that pricks my heart full of
blood and oxygen that tastes of you
every second I think
this is the oldest I have ever been
this is the youngest I will ever be again
this second is gone this one too
tell me I cannot drink the air;
yet the smoke on the horizon curls like a finger,
inviting me to taste February in the wind
and know time is running out
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