April Poem 2 - Ripples
I stand at
the edge of the pond.
Drop in a stone.
Watch the spreading ripples.
I stand in the front of the room,
Speaking,
showing,
watching
widening eyes.
Ripples spread
through the water
Measureable
Science and math determining
Their dance
Widening eyes reveal budding passions
Immeasurable
End
results only evident
Countless
years down the road
I stand at
the edge of the pond.
I stand in the front of the room
Drop in a
stone
Speaking showing
Actions
have endless ripples
I
am content
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