Elkhorn
on kayak float creek
sunday evening june
summer early visits,
rapidly descended
white cap splash
a turtle thrusts itself
from lime stone rock
but not before we make
direct eye contact.
he submerged,
I a surface dweller,
for today a least.
how deep flows
our silent dialogue?
3 thoughts on "Elkhorn"
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I love the syntax of the first half of the poem–a strong of details establishing the setting. The poem has the feel of a haiku.
Details put me there. Good job
Love this poem! Each line is a snapshot! Love the sparse language – just enough to paint the picture! And the last line is so wistful, a perfect ending to the poem! One of your best!