nearing

white-capped waves
rock moored boats
bobbing out of time

overcast gray water
mirrors threatening skies
rainy wind whistles

back screen door slams
sandy, pitch-speckled soles
softly skid on pine

tiny thrill tickles inside
just knowing
it's you




Poetry by Gretchen Hunter
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Written on 2010-02-05 at 14:15

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