skipping stones across the surface
there is more to this than scrambling
from one life to the next
deciding who wins and what memories
are worth replaying time and again
the rocks by the water are flatter
than the ones on the hill
but both have surrendered to their fate
indestructible forces that they are
when your calls for help go unanswered
you may need to look elsewhere
though perhaps it’s wiser to lay low
and let patience be your friend
one day the tulips will rise oh so belatedly
delayed by a recent avalanche
covering the ground like an afghan blanket
neither suffocating nor impenetrable
march two thousand seventeen
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