The Pier
The shadows on the river deceive the
carefree.
The muddy bottom
disappears
into twilight beneath a crescent moon.
Down
into cold waters a nightmare turns
from fallow to full.
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Missing man’s body found beneath collapsed pier.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Beautiful poem, zouxzoux.
Pamela
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chilling
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I like your imagery ZZ; it’s one of the things I enjoy so much about poetry, the little snapshot lingering in your brain afterwards.
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