Houseboat
Lucid refractions prance in this day's gloaming
Window panes sway in play to each heave and hoe
Stirred by haunting echoes of distant loons wailing
My gaze awakens in sheets that float her still to and fro
Shimmering, the surface murmurs...Take the Plunge
A primal beckoning that whispers to us each by name
Push the door, step up to the docks edge...Take the Lunge
Into freshwater so translucent, it hides no shame
Copyright © Gilles Bergeron | Year Posted 2025
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