Poem: Pools of Words
Metaphor takes me to water and the long strokes of a canoe paddle.
Pools of Words
This poems just won’t fit
I guess that’s an apology in advance,
This is the best I can do, paddling hard as I can,
Is it sweat or clear cool drops streaming down my arm,
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