Lap of lake lulls;
pulls us into pure purposelessness
Slap of sea-song slides;
glides like a hymn of happiness
Hint of wind-wisp rifles;
trifles with a green- leaf clock
Glint of silver bobbing;
lobbing diamonds to the dock
Traffic made of ripples;
stipples hazy, lazy bars
Laughter wafts;
soft petals skimming a blue lake of stars
© Janet Martin
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