crossing water

Written for:  The Twiglets #148 – “crossing water”

array of fish
crossing the clear waters
in a glass-bottom boat

crossing the stream
on a bumpy log

It takes some time
to become proficient
at mixing hot water with cold
and getting a perfect temperature.


A woman’s cantankerous daughter
did as she please, not as she ‘oughta.
She took out a canoe
and a six-pack of brews
‘Stead of crossing, she fell in the water.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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1 Response to crossing water

  1. Misky says:

    (Uproarious laugh!)


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