the quiet keening of smallish stones

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we throw them in as wishes,
just to see some change
in the surface of things,
just to watch the ripples rise.

we revel in their displacement,
the way they sway the
river’s path, make bur
-bled song of twist and twain.

we rain them down on glass
houses, watch the ones
inside for flaws, pause
with shattered hearts the same.

 

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Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 12. 

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