Ripples

A single

Seed

Of water plucks

Harp strings;

Liquid flutters

Like blooming kisses

Of bubble music.

Feet feel

Slippery rocks

Beneath;

Smoothed by souls

Before me,

But not so many

To grate them to sand.

Pressure

Like the lumps

In my throat;

Every stone a

Gag in my step

Until I reach

Sand submerged

By dreams left to thaw.

I expand

Into the ripples,

Into the waves,

Started by a single tear.

By Angela Castillo (2019)

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