After Hard Rain
A puddle
makes a sad mirror,
another plane
of shadows.
Here a sky,
there a darkling
stain,
any fool can say
what's true.
At peace,
your thoughts paint
quietly
a slow river.
~~~
Click my pic, Rick...
Musings and oozings (mostly about words) by Michael Gates
Already wedded, but thanks for stopping by.
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