Blue

• I walked to the lake
•   to skip
•    stones
•     the way people do
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• with their thoughts
•   when they at last notice
•    that their pockets
•     are full.
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• Then you honked at me
•   in your hurried voice
•    Good morning - Good morning!
•     and invited me to linger
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• as your webbed feet waltzed
•   toe by toe
•    across the sand
•     into the wild open blue
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• while loneliness waited
•   by the rocks
•     and I,
•       I drowned in delight.