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.
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
is more of a creek,
covered in yellow leaves and rotting branches
that staunch the flow like a bandage over blood.
The river in the woods
probably used to rush
like its brothers farther north, shrieking
/ i am running / and for once / i am not
dragging you with me / i am glad / and clearly /
you are not to blame /
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