Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

river snakes

jumping into my thoughts
the ripples of my mind
slipped against and wrinkled with those
of the river, blurring –
slithering like snakes
in the night –

what a sight! the wine said
from behind his glasses – my eyes
trying to count the outlines
of the waves, untangle them
from the knuckles of shadows
punching at the surface,
leaving it a deep bruised brown
in the moonlight

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: blur

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