The Splash

July 24, 2010
I throw a pebble,
And the water makes a soft
The form of the water
Is like a crown
That will stay on no one’s head,
But the king of water.
I throw another pebble,
And this time it makes a ripple,
Like a wrinkle in time,
Wavering your reflection.
You could, if possible,
Throw a million more stones,
That will make many different shapes,
And are all maneuvered by
The Splash.

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