A pungent
Greenish hue
Floats along
The water's edge
With brackish glee
As the wake turns black
Sailing through midnight
A bisecting line
That separates
Healthy beings
And clear shores
From unwashed
Vermin.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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