Photographer Two Paddling out Leaning with A kayak Into calm waters Of a desolate eden Where only few wander Only want to get That perfect image That perfect frame Of desolate eden From the middle of One of its lakes Paddling out Into calm waters Where only few wander Just want that image Of paradiseContinue reading “Photographer Two”
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Another Beach
Another Beach I’m sitting beside a lake with two beaches. One above and one just below the water’s texture. I’m laying beside a submerged meadow. A field of grass in a shallow current cooly below. I know this because I explored. By foot, by kayak by wading in the trifling waves. I withdrew from theContinue reading “Another Beach”
Midnight
Midnight Midnight is sneaking outside Laying in fields Picking up bikes That aren’t owned And borrowing them For a while Midnight is a mirrored drive Beside a lake And walking down Tunnels of thin trees That have slowly over years Formed a sort of orange shade Midnight is telling time By streetlights And people outContinue reading “Midnight”
Wasp With Its Sand
Wasp With Its Sand A wasp is the ward Of a patch of beach On the shore of An artificial lake. Sweeping the surface, Just a few feet From the sand, Near parasols and towels. From the shallow water Anyone could see its White stripes and Scary stinger, While it lazily patrolled Above factory sandContinue reading “Wasp With Its Sand”
Riptide Flares
Riptide Flares I am there Feeling the breeze on my face With you And our sore feet I’m catching all the lens flares Jumping to reach them And landing on gravel With my sore feet I can bear this pain It almost doesn’t hurt I enjoy it so much With you The breeze is aContinue reading “Riptide Flares”
Riptide Flares
Riptide Flares I am there Feeling the breeze on my face With you And our sore feet I’m catching all the lens flares Jumping to reach them And landing on gravel With my sore feet I can bear this pain It almost doesn’t hurt I enjoy it so much With you The breeze is aContinue reading “Riptide Flares”
Sound Sound
Sound Sound Looking down the waves Small valleys in each phase Of washing sound water Drenching piers and their seers Standing atop the tall platforms Looking down water swell alleys Taking down driftwood And the carvings on them I can’t see I don’t know if you can see The alleys in between are Breathing endlesslyContinue reading “Sound Sound”