Written At Sunset While Sitting On A Sewer Pipe To Paradise by Wes Thompson

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Written At Sunset While Sitting On A Sewer Pipe To Paradise

golden ripples slowly sway
toward my feet
where awaiting bubbles burst
like humming angels
calling to the setting sun with
each gentle pop
within a swooning mirror
framed by wild grass and reeds
a self-portrait of beauty
these graceful depths
of golden ripples
who slowly sway

Wes Thompson

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Frank James Ryan Jr. (4/10/2007 11:01:00 PM)
Frostesque sprinklings here...Effulgent imagery...Smooth flux...Solid Write, Wes.

FjR

H G (4/10/2007 10:45:00 PM)
Beautiful! A close up view of beauty in nature.

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Wes Thompson ( Columbus, Ohio)