liquid realities

This post was written by Sharful Islam on March 25, 2009
Posted Under: Personal,Poetry

Sunshine played catch on the leaves of the cabin
Gentle breeze throwing the rays from branch to branch
The shade does little to satiate the thirst for warmth
We sit in the shade.

Wakes crash onto the shore at every boat’s pass
Fall colors gleaming the golden sunshine
I sit at awe gazing at my wife
Sunshine in the shade.

Fishermen, boaters, even planes
Pollute the air that gently coaxes nature
A beer, a cigarette, something more
Open liquid realities.

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