I took a trip to the still pond today
like how I used to go
skipping stones by myself
I had watched the ripples travel
to the edge, withering
away from the pistil
lonely by my company.
Now we all go,
and we all hear the rocks
skim surface and laugh when they
drop into deepness after first touch.
We laugh like the water, blossoming
in this tranquil, ephemeral pond ––
We are all still,
capable of water works.
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