Standing on a morning shore,
I scry the water's gray glass surface
as the haze has confused my compass
Impatient for the ground
to center me,
I skip the first flat stone
and watch the ripples
create concentric chaos.
My take on Monday Musings: June 16, 2014 - Image Prompt
No more new work? I hope your weekend is a good one. I already commented on this but I love the last line. Love ya!
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