Thursday, June 4, 2009



About the time the pond is still

About the time trust floats like a mist on the banks

About the time I have lain back in the flowers

To look at the stars,

Someone throws a rock.

What a splash of color!

Rainbows in my heart.

Joyous splotches on my body.

Rocks sink. I don't.

© Anne 2008

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