foaming from the mouth
the waves drench the sky
it bows down in respect
drops itself closer
de-powered helpless useless
seeking refuge atop the breakwater
anything human-made then gets its turn…
nature’s offsprings
graceful untethered
are enwrapped
in a dance step
we’ll never learn
a duckling
looks out of place at first
but holds sway with ease
over Lake Erie’s vast space
naturally it will find its own kind
i however just sit here and mope behind
©hülya n. yılmaz, 3.9.2017
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