Life beside a warp of cement
tucked into rain soaked ground
whilst seeing grass close enough
to touch thru an open window
is not for the faint of heart
nor a feint move made in earnest
to deceive or hide
for I miss second story windows
open to light and breeze
a view of a well traversed bridge
seen as a ribbon slightly
in the distance
with wavy colors of green slicing
thru deepest aegean blue
waters as beneath they flow
as wind tunnel force winds
creating frothy waves
upon its’ surface
create lapping at
sandy rocky shores
I imagine myself there
in the sun
© October 2018 Renee Espriu
My Own Photo Taken and Created as Art
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