My poems are pebbles
My poems are like pebbles
Thrown in a fountain
Like pennies in the Trevi
No classic sculpture even.
It’s not the pebbles
Making ripples in the pond
But the sunlight in the water
Catching summer sparkles.
The poems are not written
By the meter or even by the yard
No pricing metric ever chose
The measure of this bard.
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