Floating Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Floating



A gentle lapping lulls my afternoon
to a nodding slumber.
I circle in lazy arcs,
pushed by currents unseen,
digits drifting beside me.
Domed droplets
decorate my arms.
A dragonfly dallies
on an pointing toe,
and sips the moisture there.
It tickles

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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