She is happiest on water
where her fingers leavea trailing wake and sunlight
sings on ripples; where
crawfish scuttle and reeds
reach up, green arcs between
the rocks. Her turtle toes
drive deep in mud, they send
the minnows flitting; gulls
circle wide above her head,
and seaweeds cling to ankles.
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3 comments:
This poem is wonderful. It makes me want to take a hike to a lake somewhere. :-)
I used to swim in a pond on a family farm... thanks for taking me back there for a moment!
This reminds me of when I was little! I spent the summers in upstate N.Y. catching fish and turtles and crawfish!!! XO
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