As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Lapping


The water pats the

Sailboat hulls

And wooden legs of

Piers

Lap

Lap

Listen

Buoys and gulls

The heartbeat of the lake

Against the break-wall

Rocks

Lap

Lap

Warm summer sun

Slows the pulse

Beneath the fishing dock

Lap

Lap

Mooring line abandoned as

Serenity unfurls

Lap

Lap


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