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.
as the days turn to fire for retribution
and the nights turn to ice for revenge,
i watch the smoke curl over the mountains
grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic
and here i thought we were all going to die someday;
incorrect;
our corpses (sacks of what used to be our livelihood, exhales of what used to be our lives) will
the world is colder than before
north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and
my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),
rubbing my hands together and
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