Friday, September 28, 2012


Above the lake
I sit to watch the wind play with the water.
My chair a rock, 
A great gray giant rock
A rock that seems to be poised there waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Flat on top, smooth, heavy
Just a shore rock waiting for a giant child 
With his giant father,
To come along on a summer afternoon
To chose it -- this rock
To smooth it on his giant shirttail 
Feel it in his giant hand and 
Whip it through giant fingers 
Out across the lake's surface,
Count it with a grand giant thundering voice 
As it tucks the water and skips
One, two, three, four, five,
Five times! 
Five giant skips! 
I should move! 

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