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Submitted: May 22, 2018

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Submitted: May 22, 2018




By Alexander Guinevere Kern

Copyright, 1987


On this Northern lake's south shore

A frog experiences the murmur

Of a skipped pebble's gossip

As it stitches and perturbs

The water's thoughtful face.


The frog shudders and springs.

A lace of lilypads undulate

Their reedy tentacles.

Dragonflies bejewel the green open

Palms, veined wings strain and wink

Opal greens, blues, pink.


Scaled Pike and Bream shimmer,

Fishy Swimming streaks,

Catfish grumble through the mud.

The young pebble tosser squints,

Searching for her stone's final

Contact and submersion, which occurs

With a dull Klopponk! sound,

Unheard in the girl's pearl ear.


Neither does she witness

The frog's gesture of jump surprise

The Agitation of lilypads,

The dragonflies' fascination,

A scattering of mosquitoes,

Bright sun chases the dilating waves.


For her, none of these happenings

Relate to her happy action

Of stone-skipping.

Therefore their importance diminishes.


Plucking sand nestled

In the legs of her damp sunsuit,

She hums a little girl song

And pads home. The lake smiles green.

Light waves bend. Below the rock

Smirks in the murk

Fish admire it.


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