Wade In The Wave
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Laurence Overmire
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Every stone I cast
on water ripples
to the edge of an unknown
world
and when in time
another stone skims past
the hand I know not
rippling why
remembers
the choosing of the rock
its color and touch
immortal, divine.
(Previously published in Poetry: Soul to Soul, July 2004; World's Strand Anthology,2007)
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