Strange Reversals

After the rains ended, the mists
rose from the warm surface of the lake
into the thimbleberry morning.

Now there is only waiting
for the surety of snow, what’s up
become down again, and so on.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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