It's a lovely day
I bring flowers for you from
A green bayou that has become muddied
With our memories
The books lay bare
Strewn like the reeds
And seaweed on the surface of the flimsy
Waters, where water lilies once lived
War and peace lives harmoniously
A cricket beats, a bird sings
The dead land breathes, and so do
I, where the water flows to
A poem I sent to a friend I completely admire. Safe to say, I had been waiting on her response. Seems that I am not doing too bad after over 2000 poems.