Ripples kept entering my brain pond today!
I tried to work, but jotted down verse in between.
I listened to flamenco. Moved my fingers against the invisible strings.
In my mind I saw my good intentions floating in a pond.
Not a clear pond,
One without a bottom perhaps?
Still waters swayed by a pebble's fist of rage.
The motion reached the shoreline.
The water will be calm again, despite the best efforts of the universe today.
I cringed when I saw I was about to be struck.
It could have been much worse.
I haven't a scratch. Just a few waves to ride out.
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