Change Poem by June Curtis

Change

Rating: 3.5


Little black boat, in the lagoon
Grey, green, or blue
Placid and beautiful

Then one summer, a storm
Not the first storm,
But first for a while.

Water spills over the shoreline
Quickly dried, a hand from the sand
And the warmth of the air

The boat in the middle, trembling
As the winds blow,
And the lake weeps

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