unmoved like stone
not one but many
gravel that lines the floor
of a swimming pool
white on turquoise
gently rocked until
empty until full
once again
the water moves and
splashes against
the walls
spilling over the lip
like a song
or sweet words
wasted and falling
through the tiles
maybe not wasted
but left to nourish
something else
someone else
a change in


Leigh-Anne Tyson

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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