Slipping in a poem when you ain't looking
a stone falls into a pool
(splash)
and waves traverse the surface
the water level will rise
(gush)
the stone may, in time, dissolve
and all the waves will settle
(hush)
and the surface will be calm
and none will know of a change
(splash)
but the hand, the water and stone
Earl Dunovant © 2003
posted by Prometheus 6 at 7/30/2003 09:56:50 PM |
Posted by P6 at July 30, 2003 09:56 PM | Trackback URL: http://www.prometheus6.org/mt/mt-tb.cgi/1362