Reflections On The Water

A Blue cloud
shaped like a bird
spreading its wings
on the water,

a clover leaf falls
creating some ripples

a fish jumping
trying to reach an
odd shaped flying
insect,

my face is crooked
waving like
a silk scarf

reflections of
half truths but
naked still

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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