Ephemera

I – Pebbles

Pebbles
Splash as I drop them into a still lake
The ripples flow outward in beautiful waves

Words
Dance as I string them together
The smiles spreads across your face in beautiful arcs

Like the ripples die so does the magic of the words

Luckily I enjoy dropping more pebbles into the lake

II – The comet

She is here
Lighting up the night sky
She won’t be back again
Not in my lifetime
But I am glad
At least I get tonight
To spend with her

III –  Rye

My throat is parched and lips are dry
Sure, beer, wine, vodka or rum
Can quench my thirst
But only bourbon can satisfy

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