Futuristic Swimming by Nancy AmesFuturistic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the shadows
where angels cry, "Beware!"
There's never been a shortage
of sharks here in the water;
they like the luminous distraction
of the silence after slaughter.
Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the shadows
where angels cry, "Beware!"
Someday words will lose their meanings,
when thoughts flow mind to mind,
and these sad misunderstandings
can all be left behind.
Futuristic swimming,
like fish evolved in air,
like birds that haunt the shadows
where angels cry, "Beware!" 04/08/2008
Author's Note: Just a little rhyme about the literary life.
Posted on 04/09/2008 Copyright © 2024 Nancy Ames
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