Drift Wood
by admin_ph
Picked clean at the shoreline leaning from the boat, stretched long, almost tipping, fingers grazing and fumbling among shiny oval leaves. Half for the pail, half for me. Sweet and sour, an unlikely crop for a ponds edge. Water and sun, we found the rock, a shelf, stepped out and dove in. Muck on the [...]
Categories: berkshires, poems
