Serenity

So this is peace:
each and every wavelet washed up the beach at last,
rounded rocks for testing the new glass of the quiet lake,
eyes for following the flight of skipped stones til
night shortens sight.
In the dim light pebbles become troubles become
the fluid snap of arm extended and the sweet sound after
you flick your wrist like this.

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