just a nibble short of a wheel
you waited a bit too long tonight
as we kayaked a slow, thirsty river
smooth as tile
so quiet we stopped talking
forgot to paddle
forgot to breathe
as the rusty calls of geese
echoed on the black water.
Note: Today's prompt gave us a choice of 12 lovely words to use in a poem. I used 'rust' from that list.
3 comments:
Less than a week left. And each day, you stretch farther and each day, you reach your mark.
These are all really wonderful. I especially like this one. It took me there right with you. Pauline
Your comments (not to mention your taking the time to even ready my stuff) mean so much to me!
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