Where the City Meets the Water
Blue stretches wide where the shoreline sleeps,
A quiet city breathing beyond the trees.
Docks lean into the water like patient thoughts,
Waiting for boats, for laughter, for summer’s return.
The lake holds the sky in steady hands,
Ripples carrying whispers of passing wind,
While distant homes rest in soft afternoon light,
Guardians of stories told on porches and piers.
Here, time loosens…