Monday, March 29, 2010
Waterfalls
Intrepid waters; swiftly toss;
Silver leap frogs on green moss
Velvet cushions on round stones;
Streambed carpet; cold and soft
Armored crayfish; speckled, dark
Dart quick beneath the shaded rocks
There the crusty crustacean hides
Until the sun with clouds collides
Gurgle; trickle; skin and bone
Plopping bass of a hollow log
Tumbling tenor of foamy stones
Ghosts of gravity; waterfalls
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