Duckweed DaysA Poem by BacchusSea of green
Duckweed days...
Slimey, childlike monsters grow- From swimming to and fro Plastic instagramed fake What happened to the organic days? Deadwood's a float To create a home or a perfect perch Turtles come up to burp. Stop on that log, Soak up the setting sun. Kayaks don't run. Let the paddling stop. The racoon stumbles home, Where does the blue heron go? Glide alone this lake's finger Somehow the water plays it's own, symphony. Fisherman's cast. Along with me... Dropped in that paddle, Once again. Hearts settled, Grounded in the stream. Of life.. Let's make a home where the bull frogs Declaration of perfection May be Under, that duckweed. © 2018 BacchusReviews
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