Christina A. Sharik
THE THIEVERY OF DOLPHINS
I sat on the sand
composing a poem
of freedom in my mind
Frustrated, I couldn’t quite
find the perfect rhyme.
Dolphins out beyond
the far sand bar
played, and then in
sounds sent back to shore
clicked my verses back to me,
before heading out to open sea
Those dolphins took my
very thoughts, and left
Leaving me
bereft.
©Copyright January 17, 2007 by Christina A. Sharik