▲ 0 ▼ June 9, 2017 at 10:36 am Sharon Fitzdandolph says: On a cloudy November evening ,the ride was high as my boat started to move.
On a cloudy November evening ,the ride was high as my boat started to move.
Alone it sat, waiting for summer.
Ominous clouds, inviting is the sea.
Will the body be found inside?
Waiting for something. Anything will do.
Lazy day, gone fishing. Back later.
A new day, a new Baywatch.
Under the clouds in a box
A huge wave swept it out.
Darkening skies rode lapping waves ashore.