Wasp's Shadow
A wisp of gray cloud slips by
like a passing doubt.
A fleeting black thought flies
with the shadow of a wasp.
An unfelt feeling of cold fear
seeks warmth through window light.
Striped feral cat creeps too near,
sees red-tailed hawk in flight.
Time spent with toes in sand,
washed by water clear and cold.
Empty thoughts to understand,
one wave comes, another one goes.
4/11/14
Copyright © Rick Richardson | Year Posted 2014
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