A Moment of Pure Pleasure
December 31, 1997
Frayed on
a Friday afternoon,
I stop to watch
a paddling duck,
slow
as the sunlight,
pull a widening
"V" of rippled water
across the blue hush
of a pond
that is wholly
peopleless.
Frayed on
a Friday afternoon,
I stop to watch
a paddling duck,
slow
as the sunlight,
pull a widening
"V" of rippled water
across the blue hush
of a pond
that is wholly
peopleless.