Sloth Summer
Bare Mayflies fan
above the reeds.
Smooth water flows
its forward bonds,
by laps on shore
to seal its deeds.
Abundantly,
the soft waves grind
a fluid line,
warm season’s clock
as both entwine,
wet sands keep time
small grains from out
the shore line rock
Copyright © R D | Year Posted 2009
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