Wednesday, January 8, 2020

poem of the day January 8


An old buoy
in a salty sea
spends a lifetime
tossed back and forth
by the swell of
tides swarming
like fat amoebas
I passed by a rusty one
in a recent  dream
marveling how
neither big waves
nor deep water
were able to sink
something that can not swim

No comments:

Post a Comment