The Last Circle
A rock plopped
From a low ledge
With a splash
Into my still pond.
Spreading from the vortex
In lessening urgency,
Ripples stirred the water to pulse.
Hunkering on the far bank
I watched the wide motion
Touch my shore.
If the ducks
Had helped,
The last circle
Might have
Soaked my sandals.
Jack Wilson 2010
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