I never mind you skimming me
to find the places to delve deep
my surfaces are there for you
to skip across with sidearm toss
until your smooth flat stone finds cause
to slow its path, some eddy swirls
and fascinates with gravity -
I'll pull you in with something,
girl
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And this, friends, is the 366th post this year over on my poem-a-day(-on-average) blog, A Pocketful of Poesy.
And so of course, I posted it on the wrong fing blog, but whatever. It's posted there now. I'll leave it up here, too.
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