Shifting like sand in a porthole Colliding like particles of matter Creating dust that rise in a sky Cooling into long vapor trails Stretching as far as my eye Washing waters making lines Sculpting little parallel ridges Laying side by many sides Shifting stretching under my feet
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
A photograph (in my profile) I took looking through shallow water at a nearby lake shoreline.
Comments (1)