Scenes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Scenes



Water surrounding our boat was like glass.
Yet, just a few feet beyond, the water
looked scribbled upon.
As if a child had taken a pen and made his
mark on the surface for all passers-by to
see.
Wind blowing past, just slightly, erased
the scene before us and set it up somewhere
else, just as nicely, farther on.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: water
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