surfaces
*
han shan walked down the mountain
pausing to rest by a pond where i was skipping stones.
he sat by, watching. he seemed pleased
by the motion of my arm, and the stones skipping across the water.
when i stopped skipping stones, sitting nearby,
and the pond stilled, he seemed pleased with that as well.
the surface reflected passing clouds and spring blossoms
along the pond's edge. he seemed pleased with all of it,
though how could i know his thoughts,
when all i could see was what he chose to show me.
*
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-04-03 at 11:16
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