Swimming
thru an ethereal lake
engulfed within its silver silence
out of sight
out of mind —
dripping
in a hot summer’s night
dissolving
as the rustle of wind stays outside
out of mind
out of sight —
drifting
I think
tomorrow I’ll feel
but with a different taste
in mind
with greater appetence
in sight
tomorrow
for now
I am
swimming
out of sight
out of mind —
drifting
into
YOU
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 5, 2020 | OC California
Poem prompts ‘Poet the Original’
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