Hand in Hand
by W. Wayne Lin

Over the horizon, a shining ray of light
overwhelms my sight.
Behind the pinkish white, the yellow hue
hiding in the beige clouds,
the tiniest dot below,
a brown grayish island within the scope;
through the winding road,
circling down the mountain,
blue roof, green awning,
red umbrella table on the patio.
Fishing boats, sailing yachts,
pier, harbor,
a mother holding her boy’s hand,
strolling in the morning sun.



 

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