imaginary song (end of the pier).

Once upon a time,

the rain, in tight round rhyme
blew and spilled a lake

in my cupped hands,
sayin’: “Throw me a look!”
I did and sailed to the lands

in the distance.
When I awoke all soaked

the end of the pier had cloaked

itself around my feet. In a dance
of the stringy rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : CHATTY OWL ~ http://chattyowl.com/

 

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