The Bridge
Silver fish dart like dancing spoons
Showing their brazen scaly bellies for her to see
Beneath the bohemian gaudily painted arched bridge
Of chrome yellow and flaking red
Leading to the bakery’s pungency of morning bread
Observing her watching the motions in the curling
Water’s sheen, as green as emerald ruffled silk, unfurling
Harry Mills
Apt A10 Bolabog Apartelle Boracay Philippines
20th August 2012
From : Departure Lounge
This is a blog of poems written by A H Mills, who currently lives on Boracay in the Philippines. Curated & uploaded by one of his daughters because, although he can email, he can't comprehend how to blog. Please leave any comments or suggestions you have here, I'll be sure to let my Dad know.
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