Saturday, 29 October 2011

Hopper


A dusty track,
a cricket leaps.
As I approach,
she leaps again.

Slowly, I step up to
stalk the little jumper,
hoping for surprise.
She stands cool as rock

until, with a blur
of high air,
opening
her gossamer,
she floats and weaves away
into a spectacular destiny.

2 comments:

  1. lovely poem,I LOVE LOOKING AT YOUR POETRY,

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  2. This is really beautiful. Thank you

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