Weird Poetry

If you take a porous pumice stone

And hold it under water

At bath time,

You will notice tiny bubbles squiddling up to the surface.

When you lift it from its aqueous submergence,

You can hear little drips and drops,

And thread-thin streams of water

Twisting through the craters and crevasses inside the humble hand-held stone.

In slow succession,

Each drop of water patiently exits the bottom of the stone,

Pulled by gravity and belonging

To the liquid mother-store.


*** I smell a recent tryst with a thesaurus, Buttercup…. ***

*** And it was a sopping wet affair…. ***

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