The summer rains
Have swelled her dry banks
As waders come and go
Leaving deposits behind
Relieving her of a few fish
And she is calmer now
As I pause briefly from a
Round of golf to gaze
Beneath the shade of a palm frond
Down onto her healing surface
Where I behold the luminous nimbuses
Dotting the azure blue sky and
Devoted verdant sentinels
Erect along the shore
As if listening for Bob
Waiting for him to high walk
Then belly crawl
Between the trees,
And finally, bask in the sun.
But he is gone now,
Along with little Bob,
His protégé.
C. S De Dona. 09-24-22
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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