Rainbow Drift

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Like brief water
etches into blacktop


The eight to five
Of river drift
Writes into clay its cadence of thought

Driftwood strays to the swing of Blue
And Osprey cloud Sails

Into sand

Guitar streams tune the horizon
As still lifes' grip these canvas eyes

While breezes think
Among wind chimes

Song and senses

Sift away the edges

of crystal at rest with
a rainbow

  • Author: Chris H (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2023 11:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Barstow stands firm and says you are no one unless you stand...stand for something. Work...earnings goals, well....very unclear. But I knew an 8 to 5 and experience would lead me...somewhere!
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