bends and bucks
a serpentine route:
the sea throwing surfers
into shallow air.
Shadows promise a tranquil repose
safe in thoughts all your own
Don't believe it. This nature walk
makes each step
This poem was prompted by Robert Brewer's April 9 post on his Poetic Asides blog. He does a poetry prompt each day of April, and at least weekly through the rest of the year.