water flows easy
around
over
cold stones
down
the creek bed
on
past
the fallen tree
where
the water swirls
in a whirlpool
and moss
is
slippery green
and drops of moisture
cling to branches
over
cold stones
down
the creek bed.
(4-19-2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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