Tuesday, October 21, 2014


They kept falling –
Pebbles - in the lake –
Making circles smooth-expanding
Around gulping dips,
Lapping each other’s make. 

As they cease
The sounds retreat.
In silence, the lake is an expanse
Of flickering sense
From a ceremony just recessed.

The pebbles rest
Sunk fathoms deep
Shaking loose musty bottom-dust.
They'll soon cool and
Gather a full and sated chest:

Those stones that scraped the sunbaked banks.

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