ruminate
summer isn't
finished.
abandoned, sultry
sunlight
is a dream not
discussed
except in coded
stanzas
of disconnect. I
feel
ripples of water
tease
desire. your
fleeting
of years and
hearts
inconvenience these
histories
of high and low
tide.
Poem © Rick Burnett Baker
Photo © Rick Burnett Baker
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