Sunday, September 6, 2015

Ruminate. Again.


























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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