skipping rocks in space
the flatter the better so they say
skimming along invisible waves
making wishes as they fade
light years away
where they finally wind up
nobody really knows
(except the creator)
perhaps as a collective of
gold-colored coins
deposited into a simple pot
strategically placed
at the end of an endless rainbow
june two thousand eighteen
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water-colored clouds fill the sky
painted bird flexing her wings
sitting atop chalkboard line
everywhere there is repetition
right down to nanocreatures
living and dying in nanoseconds
catching wave after wave after wave
clouds give way to a super sun
washing out the painted bird
taken to flight and searching again
june two thousand seventeen
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your garden is all grown up
said the daughter
to the old man as they
sat in front of the fire pit
listening to the wood talk
she remembered way back when
there were stepping stones
throughout the garden
and she would jump from one stone
to the next like you would
playing hopscotch
the stones were still there
camouflaged beneath the jungle
barely noticeable amongst the greenery
blossoming a spectrum of colors
rainbows inspired to imitate
do you remember
when we put in the stepping stones
asked the old man
yes I do
answered the daughter
I was just thinking about that
june two thousand thirteen
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