When I was
small
I loved the
ripples
Like small
could grow
Like little
wasn’t even that
Small after
all
Like ice-cream
Threaded
With a
Wild raspberry
Wrap around
Hope
And kitty
cats
Invisible
And dancing
on
Clear silk…
Leaving
Footprints
Behind.
Ripples….
As if water
Was wise
And wrinkled
With time
And time
Made all
Of us
beautiful
And nobody
Needed to
change
That…
Ripples
The work of
delicate
dancing jitter
bugs
And invisible
Life on the
Inside
Bubbling up
To say
hello
Ripples
The Marvellous
Hulla hooped
Comrades
Reaching
Reaching
For reminders
Of how
To
Dream…
each step
at
a time.
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