Of Bobbers and Gems by Ellen Eigner

A day only a duck would love The patter of rain on the windows The occasional big splashy drop And a gust of wind Hidden behind the oil rags and paint cans A rusty metal tackle box Unlatched, it squeaks a plaintive welcome Red and white bobbers undulating on gentle ripples Some neon and pink,...

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Ellen Eigner
Ellen Eigner

I am a writer. I write. I write because I must.

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