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October 26, 2015
By MitchL GOLD, HARTLAND, Wisconsin
MitchL GOLD, HARTLAND, Wisconsin
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Sits alone, skipping His stones.  
He takes one stone, spins it thrice.
Water flows, His lonely eyes. 
Out of blue, they come like mice. 
A rock unseen, a world just sprouting.
He skips the stone, not thinking twice.


The author's comments:

This is written in the Korean poetic form sijo. 


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