Her Wave
.
How strikingly gray
as the Spring rain
plummets
to the ground
The green
and brown
all wet
yet
no glittering from
the Sun's wink
I walk
not skip today
and the train
slowly slips away
so drifts
her wave
*Lyric: As in, 'Poetry Soups', Thoughts of the poet
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011
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