What takes you away
Keeps me here, between words--
Tide between the rocks.
Under the covered bridge,
We promised:
'Which way?' I asked.
You wanted to see the sun.
We watched the Vermeers for hours.
We watched the small boy throw his pebbles
to the sea.
What ever happened to that city?
1 comment:
very nice. I can imagine the bridge at depot bay.
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