Fine Things
2009 June 1
Fine things await me
across the bay.
Hot sun casts its glittery shadow
atop swaying waves
sparking corroded wires
level head plunges
beneath its white path
marathon legs grow scales and
propel fluid bricks of lake
under eager skin
heart pumps through
fish schools to reach Bird Island
where you wait
with hard arms and soft breath ready
to answer any question
yes.
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I liked this..very nice and inspiring with the photo-