In The Reeds Poem by Zyw Zywa

In The Reeds



In the morning, barefoot
over dewy wet jetty planks
to the moss-green cobblestone shore

fishing birds
wind between my legs
no man to see

take a bag of food
from the box, carefully
close the cover again

the hatch to stone, steel and waste
the motorized world
full of problems

Only the two of us
in the little boatshelterhouse
a holiday paradise time long

Sunday, November 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: holiday,love
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