24 – The Sound

Some mornings

before the fray

in the still dark hours

with the wind just right

you can hear the

bell buoy

singing.

Photo and Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #24. For more poems like this, pick up a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK

2 Responses

  1. Matteo

    Love this! I used to hear Leete’s Rocks bell when it was calm or light SE air… Can still hear it in my memory. Thanks

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