Upon A Slow Moving Afternoon

Colour upon sweet linen,
Silhouette hallucinations softly
Cycled through cotton bed sheets

“Ethereal breeze
Ethereal breeze with such transient motion
What stories unspoken
Must you murmur today?”
I asked aglow,

Inseparable from what rippling waves
Of August’s late sun-dream,
From a few feet nearby
In the nearly overwhelming tenderness,
There came response:

Cedar thickets collided then evanesced-
A moving image of me young and carefree
Kayaking,
Drifting, drifting downstream
And I get so carried away
I paddle all the way to Dave’s house

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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