TOSSING PEBBLES
pebbles, smooth and cool
congregate like street marbles
break dancing in my left hand;
an awkward reach behind my head
a south paws best throw,
my pitch stops mid release
because the waters
had something
on his mind...
the cloudy black river
spoke in thick ripples
and mild rolling waves;
I tossed three pebbles
they bounced from the river's belly
and he tossed one back
so I wouldnt feel
alone
I peered deeply in his mirrored middle
and I was certain that your reflection
was right beside me/
I miss you greatly-
but
that made me happy...
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TOSSING PEBBLES, is a Poem That I had The opportunity
to hear you Recite With my own ears. I feel Blessed to
read these words of your precious valuable jewels from your Treasure box. Thank you so much for sharing your rare gems with me. -- Lenora Love Whiteside, Poet
Ted