Seven Gallant Arches
Midnight moonbows whet the lake;
Halo whirlpools swirl and swirl.
A little boy’s paper boats
Spur on his dreams, near and far.
Set their course, they will find her
And in turn she’s christening
Panlike path of make believe.
5/14/2020
FINISH LINE IN SEVEN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme #2
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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