A Quandary At Morning Break
As the morning breaks, in a summer day
a bare foot boy, in blue denim overalls,
red and white striped tee-shirt, and straw hat,
rolls up his pantlegs up to his knees, and stands
on the narrow river's white quay.
Alongside the tall rustling sedge,
where the water is cool, busy meadow bees hum,
annoy as he holds his long cane pole.
A quandary. Anxious, made him quiver, takes a step,
Then two, then three, against the rustling sedge.
Outraged, he bids, go away you, with sully fire.
Stricken by slanderous words from out of his mouth;
Suddenly replaced with silence and unease.
Penance for your soul to be cleansed.
The tears he shed, a boy of quaint poise,
Burdened with the weight of such sin.
Like perfume oozes through air,
Hearing his murmuring pitiful word, Sorry.
To him was the worth of not gold, but platinum.
3/1/2021
Mind Your P's And Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
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