April 20th
Her sharp turn glistens in the sun reflected south lake waters.
Cirrus skies stare in awe.
The winds tassel her hair in its gentle grasp.
She rips the lake from her bones leaving it trailing.
A sailboat, she glistens in the night,
never alone.
Her sharp turn glistens in the sun reflected south lake waters.
Cirrus skies stare in awe.
The winds tassel her hair in its gentle grasp.
She rips the lake from her bones leaving it trailing.
A sailboat, she glistens in the night,
never alone.