Quenched by Deanna M Zarrillo

Feb 2016

Quenched

One girl, One boy:
One tin pail of water and One jagged stone.
She lay open, her whole self: stagnant, clear, and shining.
And he, he is ready
To submerge.
To make ripples.
To erode.

Plop, clink

As one.

Written by

Deanna M Zarrillo Stony Brook, NY

(Stony Brook, NY)

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