At The Pond ~ A Poem

Circling the water
Gathering art from the ground
Chipping, tearing, and trimming
Until we find the beauty
The meaning in each tiny piece
Time means nothing
Moments are hours
We lean in and we connect
And then we return
By circling the water
And we forget

By KK Domanski 2019

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