Remember the afternoon at the lakeshore
Finding the man on the stairway
Stunned you. Really
Suspended in the hammock listening
To the lake stroking the shore
Blue stones skipping across the surface
Rising, shaking the water from your hair
His hand cupping your fingers. Feeling
the snap of his wrist at just the right moment
Releasing the stones
4 comments:
Kind of reminds me of your story about the family reunion near the lake/river and the tragic ending.
This poem however gives me a "sunshiney" kind of feeling. . . awww.
Sunshiney? Really? I'm not sure I want to be sunshiney ;-)
I still can't skip stones like my husband though. He's the bomb. He can get eight skips. I'm happy with three.
Are you going to The Libertine next Thursday night at DW1001? 6-8.
This is very very good
Maybe reading Gluck is helping my rhythm.
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