Those who live at the lake
Keep dirty floors.
Sand wins.
Warm bath in the morning,
Clean washed feet hit
The gritty rug.
Cup of tea,
Book of love,
Sun styles my wet hair.
Breeze tickles
As I read.
Shakespeare offered prophecy
About the prophetic.
I’m here to see
The ripples still abounding.
Pebbles he dropped,
Proving him right.
-jenn long
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