Wish
Do pebbles love the
stream that polishes them?
Is the gurgle heard
in a lazy brook. . .love poetry?
Do waves caress
the shore like touch on hem?
Are rasping cattails
singing to the willow tree?
What messages are there
that humans never hear?
Silent sonnets that swim by
like red and gold koi fish?
Amorous notes float about
invisible, they are so near
Perhaps they catch a sun ray,
at least that is what I wish.
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