Lila
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Gusty at the Bay
An original poem by Lila
A spur-of-the-moment decision --
I jump on my bike; my legs pumping fast.
My destination has been decided,
Though unconsciously.
It’s cloudy, but that’s the way it should be.
Yesterday I fell in love with the sun,
But now the wind and the soft sprinkle of rain
Sweep me off my feet.
I arrive, panting and smiling.
The advent of thunder startles me;
But still I am satisfied.
The violence of the violet sky is heart-wrenching.
I stand at the end of the weather-beaten dock,
My presence seemingly lacking purpose.
The scent of fish and baywater prompts nostalgia.
Memories, reflections.
A spur-of-the-moment decision --
I sit on the edge of the dock, my feet hanging off the side.
The clouds part, and the sun makes its dramatic return
It is gusty at the bay.
An original poem by Lila
A spur-of-the-moment decision --
I jump on my bike; my legs pumping fast.
My destination has been decided,
Though unconsciously.
It’s cloudy, but that’s the way it should be.
Yesterday I fell in love with the sun,
But now the wind and the soft sprinkle of rain
Sweep me off my feet.
I arrive, panting and smiling.
The advent of thunder startles me;
But still I am satisfied.
The violence of the violet sky is heart-wrenching.
I stand at the end of the weather-beaten dock,
My presence seemingly lacking purpose.
The scent of fish and baywater prompts nostalgia.
Memories, reflections.
A spur-of-the-moment decision --
I sit on the edge of the dock, my feet hanging off the side.
The clouds part, and the sun makes its dramatic return
It is gusty at the bay.
