Splash
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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