Moses Lake, Washington
February 6, 2018 12:10am CST
AGATE SKIPPED Each day an agate skipped smooth from my palm the water's rippling a plover's wing in flight. This little poem is headed to a peaceful person in Seattle. I don't know the person other than to say he/she is a poet. This sitting down and puzzling out a message on a postcard is kind of a zen exercise. I'm getting so that I like the challenge. I have received three in my mailbox so far- not too bad considering it is the fifth of February where I live.
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How interesting receiving anonymously poems so nice. I think you have a secret admirer, maybe? Anyway, it's nice to read for the poem has a light ambiance to it.