Wishing Well

March 17, 2010

I stand looking down
Into a wishing well
And I watch the bucket drop
I hear the slap as it hits the water
And I see the slack rope straighten
I feel the weight as the bucket fills
And the strain to pull it up
And when the bucket finally appears
Surprise contorts my face
Because swimming in my bucket
Is a tiny little fish.

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