Apr 2019
The bulwark of the lake
Where we would stop to play
Had fish bones in the wave's wake
So there we wouldn't stray
You are my fish bones.
Where we would stop to play
Had fish bones in the wave's wake
So there we wouldn't stray
You are my fish bones.
This was in response to a poetry prompt about dead fish of all things, but I like the way it turned out. Feel free to critique or comment!
