Friday, October 21, 2016

Crowbar

Plunged your hand into the icy water
Curled your fingers round the clawed iron rod
Raised it over your head and shook it
Releasing a shower of winking crystal droplets
The sun did its best, but the wet length
did not shine, its black surface
sucking in the light.
Even with all the beauty shimmering  around you,
lush green vines and leaves and the bubbling stream,
even with the sky so flawlessly blue,
the dancing motes and midges,
rainbow hued river stones, sprays of wildflowers
even with the forest singing and whispering her secrets,
even with the world so still and calm and nature
such a soothing balm, even with all that love
and the iron weight in your hand
even with all this, you did not smile

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