Reflections
There are flying fish,
in this small city pond.
Golden fins ride high,
soaring over a reflected sun.
Water ripples
the sky.
Am I above or do I look up?
Eyes dive deep,
in shallow waters.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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