Nov 2020
water sparkling through my fingers
wooden warmth against my cheek
on the docks I wish to linger
with the koi, in turbid peace
when did I get up and leave them?
why did I not stay to sleep
my lullaby the motors’ hums
my dreams of waters still and deep
wooden warmth against my cheek
on the docks I wish to linger
with the koi, in turbid peace
when did I get up and leave them?
why did I not stay to sleep
my lullaby the motors’ hums
my dreams of waters still and deep
just that incomparable feeling of laying on a dock in the summer looking down at the bubbling carp. carpe diem. also when will I write something not about summer?
