One Viewer’s Response to Todd Klassy’s 4 Round Bales
In a cloudless landscape
everything but the sky
looks small. Man-high bales
become rounds of cut timber,
and a snowy, furrowed field
becomes a white-sand beach
beside a sea so smooth and blue
that it merges with the sky --
no waves or boats,
no flashes of sun,
no horizon to separate
water from air.
This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge.
Known primarily for his Japanese-style micropoetry, Bill Waters also writes ekphrastic poetry, found verse, book spine poetry, and all manner of short prose. He lives in Pennington, New Jersey, U.S.A., with his wonderful wife and their two amazing cats.
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