Poem: Bridge

Walk over Whatcom Creek
Rot filled reed twirls on axle
in a current heading toward the bay
wave hiccups over, turns white
if only for a second to breathe
Grass flat on the shore 
exposes all that rest here 
in the cold under arch 
pressed and fluttered
stuff with down
Frogs sleep in mud
hidden below snails and slugs
hand knit stitch surrounds my head
Shoes trace the lines over water
Walk over Whatcom Creek
Japanische Bruecke, 1899
by Claude Monet
S.P. Laws
National Poetry Month | Poem a Day
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Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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