Full Moon Flash
by Tim Harper 27Jun2010
Full moon reflecting, across Farlington Lake
The water warm, the hour late
I dip my paddle, to the brink
Tree shadows rim, black as ink
Fish feeding, on the surface flash
Into the canoe, bump and crash
Canoeing at night, in the altogether
Warm humid air, perfect weather
Beads of perspiration, cover me please
Cool me with, summer night breeze
An owl reports, from a dark perch
Deer move in the brush, with a lurch
Small ripples flow, under the bow
Trying to bring back, reality now
Returning in the early dawn, unencumbered
The hours of the full moon, numbered
The longest day, the shortest night
A surrealistic feeling, of personal delight
Basking in, the full moon seems
Like something from, my midnight dreams
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