floating in a lake.
night. dead quiet.
water is a sheet of endless black.
cradling brown cedar clinging to skin.
slide beneath the surface and fall asleep looking at the blurry moon above.
words and photo © 2005 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper
3 comments:
i laughed i cried ...
You been talking to Tearson!?
Um, no. Want me to give him your home number?
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