Swimming
thru ethereal lake
engulfed within its silver silence
out of sight —
out of mind —
dripping
into 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’
Frolicking Fish | Submerged

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