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Kathleen Graham
Summer Doesn't Come Soon Enough, It Takes Too Many Rocks

 

Winter, throw stone on ice, lays there.

Pick up stone, throw again, cracks ice.

Pick up stone, throw again, ice breaks.

Stone falls into water. Lost.

Ice begins to melt, pick up a stone.

Throw onto melting ice, falls in hole. Lost.

Ice has gone, pick up stone, throw in water.

Water ripples out a little.

Not thrown very hard or far.

Spring comes closer, start to try different stones.

Smoother, flatter, skip stones.

Water ripples, wherever it hit.

Many places touched.

Keeps spreading out.

Fall comes. Another person gazes at the water.

Gazes at stones, no clue to what person throwing.

Rocks was doing. Too confused.

Too mesmerized. Winter approaches.

New person picks up rock.

Studies rock with blank expression.

Sees rock thrower.

Person throws rock.

Stupid feeling comes, rock stays there for a while.

Later picks up rock. Person on way to summer,

With another set of rocks.

One rock leaves many ripples.