Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Stone Speaks

You swept me off my feet
With a wink and a whistle.
Askew my petticoats flew
As I fell.

And then with a laugh
You dropped me like a stone
Into the dark well
Of forgetfulness.

But I did not forget.
Down at the bottom of the deep well
I lived,
Breathing underwater.

And I learned:
A stone does not dissolve
Nor does it die.
It just gets wet.

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