No ripple
Circled the scaled,
Unblinking wedge
Surfacing in dark water.
She tasted the hissing air
Towards her sunlit dock
Where I sat,
Before sinking again
Into the brown,
Silken sweetness
Of the summer bayou.
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Pam Troy 
One response to “August Sibilance”
I love this – your use of sensory language creates an immersive experience, I feel the warmth and tranquillity of the summer bayou❤️
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