Chased Away
The mist lifts her skirts
Wisps, tufts, half-ghosts
flit across dawn's lake..
pausing
suspended mid-race
peering at the shoreline...
Fearful, they sail off
chased away
to nowhere
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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