Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Before Summer

The setting sun
Behind some pines
And a wastebasket

Ripples on the lake
Summer breeze is arriving
With the evening

Surf’s rolling in
Leaving patterns
Sandpiper doesn’t care

Light rain
On a dusty road
Smells of summer

The pine trees
Loosing each other
As the moon walks on


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