Poetry

The Pond

Tess Nealon Raskin

The sun glitters on this damp surface, lighting it upSilver fish flick their tails and in a flash—they are goneIt is heavenThe warm gray water feels soft, as I touch a ripplewith my fingerEyes open, I diveRainbow trout circle me as I push water backOne bites my toe and I laughBubbles float out of my mouth,Like transparent balloonsI feel far away from Earth

the pond tess raskin
Tess Nealon Raskin, 9
Brooklyn, New York

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