Circles spread on the surface

Amy Michelle Mosier

Circles spread on the surface

And disappear in the pool

And do it so lightly - it must

Be starting to sprinkle.

 

Where are the grayish clouds

I should see in the reflection?

Where are the tapping sounds

And the shift in the wind?

 

No - my eyes are dripping tears

I didn't see coming.

Catch them - merciful waters -

And put them away from me.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A series of implied metaphors here make for the beauty of this poem and a fave



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