The warm summer breeze
begins to drift over the water.
Sitting on the point
overlooking the river.
One last boat is going home
after a hot, carefree day.
The distant hum of the engine
reaches my ears,
Blending in with the rush
of water against the rocks,
Summer's own mesmerizing
soundtrack.
I dip my foot in,
feeling the chill embrace
My bare foot,
with it's many tanlines from
my favorite worn out flops.
On the small shoal
in the distance
I can see
the silouhette of
the blue heron,
Black against the
setting sun's rainbow.
Pink, orange, purple and red
fill the spaces in between
Each tiny island
as the sun slowly
Descends,
and darkness
Is out to play.

08/30/2003

Posted on 08/30/2003
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