Summer grass wet-kisses

the plains-sky, mirrored lake with

distant boat on water,

hand-painted crimson,

steerage wheel of cadmium orange and

sails of  fresh-bedsheet white.

~

Clouds jack with my light,

pale the colors, in-and-out.

The garlic-breathed captain

sports coal-black dungarees

and violet shirt,

indelible and illumining,

graying shades here and there.

~

Water laps against

this clean shore.  I can hear it

reaching, expending near my feet

with fishy gulls up in the air and

the wind batting and rippling his sails.

I love the wind as much as he.

~

A canvas of green and blue with

crimson complement and

discords of orange and

violet.

~

by S.A. Bort

photo from photobucket.com

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