Glass bottomed boat

 

Swaying bobbing we peer through the hull
Eagle Rays swish beneath us chasing the unknown
Light glints on a startled shoal sashaying across the rocks
Gas bubbles up from volcanic clefts
Crabs glance sideways, looking for the main chance

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

Day 3 of our virtual Azores holiday!

 We will be there all week — a poem a day to fly you away……

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