Why Not

This entry is part 8 of 23 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2013-14


There’s that plucked
melody again, the same
but different, space

of a water drop between
two notes then five,
returning but not

to the same stone
rough shod and green
as a lizard’s skin—

pick it up
and turn it over:
yes like that.


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