The Lady In the Lake
The lady in the lake
satiated no more
sends a thousand wavelets
to worry the shore
Motion and music her
special blend
beneath the baton
of the conductor wind
A soothing libation
was my sunset intention
destroyed by a blackbird's
red-winged invention
So much for Happy Hour,
(and if you find it believable
the wind is as reckless
as Evel Kneivel)
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2009
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