Bertha Wasn't Mad
Sunday, February 20, 2011
POEM
Poem plonks like
A pebble
Plonk plonk plink
Then- cascade of gravelly stones
Bigger than pebbles, noisier too
The ocean is Mind
It ripples and bulges
Or writhes in convolutions
Of snakes in the water
Or breathes silence
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