roll your own
pick up the
golden pebbles of the found words
throw them see them
ripple across a still pool of thought
see them
on the bottom of the lake
glowing where the poem fishes spawn
kingfisher words iridescently flash
trout words twisting fast
up-stream words
down-stream words
deep words for shallow thought
thin ice words over profound thought
under fingernail dirty words
between the toes muddy words
slimy frog words
coarse slow toad words
Larkin lurking - sorry son
who left the foundling words
what is their parentage
who will adopt these orphans
and teach them to talk
send them over for tea
and upside down cakes
and they can tell me all about it
i’ll lay the striped tablecloth and
call the page to serve tea from the
everlasting pot and we’ll snooze
rocked by the sighs of the prodigals
brought home again for a big hug
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