Ripple Poetry

Rainy day ripples into
green covered brooks.

Erasure poems weave
a dark feathered tale.

A dead ibis cries
her last story path
–crossing a road
–danger retraced.

Rainy day ripples
her life erased.

(c) June Perkins.

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Writer, photographer, lover of unity in diversity in thought and humanity - poet by nature, world citizen

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