fragment

How about a poetry fragment. This came to me s I was driving an errand this morning...had to pull over and jot it down...

play piano on a rainy afternoon
dance on the salty sands beneath a waxing moon
all these joys enjoy, they come and go too soon
love knows no season and no reason.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

No name for it yet..thanks to the Southern Star for inspiring it...

When the final poem comes I'll post it.