Friday, February 6, 2009
Farm Boy
The tiny bubbles
breaking in my coffee
remind me of the water-skaters
in the irrigation ditch
back home.
Now they’re gone.
The water’s
calm.
From Songs and Letters, originally published February 7, 2008.
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2 comments:
coffee, water, home, gone, water's, now, calm--the vowels carry the meaning along--beautifully.
Thank you, Vassilis. As usual, I feel my way by instinct, whereas you really understand.
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