Ripples. We search within… For new excitment.
Drawing in. A new space… Zen rocks on the waters.
Urban grit. Settled in it’s midst – Poison swamp
Swamp pool. In it’s genteel ripples… Fuller moon
Sip… In sun soak …Water plain
Homeless’ stumble… Rush hour traffic freezes …Creek continues beneath
Gurgle… Things movin’ on …Nothing ever same
sunlight… beauty revealed among purple things
Water gurgles Under snow… Red under white
Bubbles squeeze Under thinning ice …Creek bound
Water moves And heart lightens Barcelona fills me
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