Night’s hazed bridge
Points to the unearthly-ed
Sky cantina stare-ing
Like a dreaming halo-ed solace
Slicing water’s shore
And steadily churning homeward
While life declares
Past fears to Moon’s
Calmed soft face
Shedding Water’s passage
At last to
Those no wake zones
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
~ August 19,2006)
Debora Short
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-wake-zones/
