Paper Boat
A stranger,
disguised as a breeze,
kissed me on the cheek
and slipped away.
I floated,
quiet as a whisper,
down a stream of thought
in a paper boat.
Was it you,
the kisser who,
set me adrift like this
without a rudder?
Copyright © Hal Deats | Year Posted 2025
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