recalcitrant
only one pebble will do
likewise only one word
as the pebbles roll in the backwash
the words dance like ribbons on a tree
the wind and the sea are the rush
to find you standing still there
recalcitrant upon all three
the sun is no help or the moon
or the blossoms falling like snowflakes
now there’s another cliché for you
to grasp one of those before it lands
upon a pebble in melt
or a ribbon of the stamen’s pollen
turning away a breath so deep
that all of them halt for a split second
you have it
i have it you say
but i venture a snow globe that you have not
all is settled then
please don’t shake the sea tree
i’m surfing a wave
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