07/06/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting whelp

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today the sun came up like a frightened puppy
                     cowering in a fisherman's boat
somehow it hitched a ride
dashing excited to get a seat
but now it cowers
sparking anger in flashes
at all who draw near
wanting not to be seen

yet no one cares
they carry on fishing
occasionally they bash the nose
when the silliness threatens
to rock the boat

for the day is as calm
as a lake
and the fish are biting
in the shadows



The Blue Book