Napowrimo: Tropical Wave

Tropical Wave

Late summer.
Still, stagnant,
a pond surface slick with algae.
Hot air, stale breath.
Down in the depths something stirs
from sleep.
Lethargy levitates,
collides with wind.
A vortex is spawned, wilder
than a drunken dragon.


Prompt via This is a catch-up post from the prompt for 4/12/17: Write a poem that explicitly incorporates alliteration and assonance.


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