A River On Sunday
A River on Sunday
Daybreak
Ghosts dance on the lily pads
playing dodge ball with the creeping sun
escape into the unreachable blue.
Lone heron, imitates the stillness
of its own reflection.
A river follows its never ending,
ever-present, meandering course.
//RIVER//
John G. Lawless
9/6/2015
submitted to POEMS THAT DID NOT PLACE AND MORE – poetry contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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