August 1, 2016

On the Water
On the Water

How do I love thee?

In the morning, at night, at high noon…and here.  Here, where it seems that I’m almost floating on that dark expanse, misleadingly tranquil, with the clouds cupping the sun into their extended smoky hands, the sky defiantly blue above, and yet not lending its color to the steely mysterious wave-free water below,

Still, it is kindly allowing the reflection of the sinking/floating half-circle to extend its not-much-left warmth over its surface.  Blue-gray, charcoal-gray, white, yellow, pussy-willow gray, and a host of unnameable colors too.

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