We row quietly,
Across a crystal canvas, gazing upon a wooden intruder.
Still and obstinate…Standing among nature.
Mountains were leering at her.
An intruder—her kind didn’t belong here.
But yet, she was still beautiful and quiet.
©Linda J. Wolff 2017 – http://www.urbanpoetry2017.com
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