she was
the fish
that got
away
she cut
herself free
and I
watched
as she
swam
so close
to the shore
she
belonged
in the water
where she
could breath
but for
those few
moments
she had
her eyes
on me
while
she swam
by the shore
without
a hook
in her
mouth
without
a line
pulling
her in
she
was free
then
she turned
she swam
from the shore
along the surface
of the mountain lake
down the stream
down the river
all the way
to the sea
I really like your writing. Just saying. The pony one is my favorite.
ReplyDelete