The
rain, like settled sadness,
Beat
on the pool for hours
And
littered it with branches
And
fragments of dead flowers
The
pounding palled the rises
And
shook the reeds and grass
And
shattered the still surface
A
dance of broken glass
Although
the pond is shallow
It
is sufficing deep
To
claim a place of silence
Where waters calmly sleep
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