Near Ripples

Wavy ripples unsettled
the table mirror- lake
joyous cry and avid breath
soak the mirror's soft empire
it does flow through my fingers

know you not, a step apart
those lie who had no choice
to marvel and revel in owt
but in their castigated pride
moulded rest near our resting joy

by Michael Witkowski

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I thought the second stanza was much better than the first, it flowed really well. Nice effort.