Thursday, July 14, 2016


Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
Boats drift by.
A cat meows.
Footsteps move closer.
A noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps sound louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
More footsteps.
I turn around.
A flash of light.
Footsteps stop.
A boat sits in the dark water.
Filled with flowers.
And my true love.

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