You
run your(selves)
foaming
over imperfect
jagged
boulders
water
healing, abrading,
breaking me
into round
handfuls of
careful heft,
scattered along
freshly carved
sandy bends
(where more
than a few are
said to have
struck gold),
waiting for
wanderers
to seek a stone
that fits
and skip it
onetwothreefourfivesixdang
across peaceful you
calming as we
luxuriate,
spread out,
slow the flow
inevitable
inexorable
loss of us
both into
impassive
sea
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
You
run your(selves)
foaming
over imperfect
jagged
boulders
water
healing, abrading,
breaking me
into round
handfuls of
careful heft,
scattered along
freshly carved
sandy bends
(where more
than a few are
said to have
struck gold),
waiting for
wanderers
to seek a stone
that fits
and skip it
onetwothreefourfivesixdang
across peaceful you
calming as we
luxuriate,
spread out,
slow the flow
inevitable
inexorable
loss of us
both into
impassive
sea
For the peace-bringers in my life...thank you.
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