Ripple Cool
My hand trickles down into the icy cool. It refreshes, making my blood pump faster. The wind touches my cheeks to redness, and with that I am content. Who can stop up this flow, dam even this one small stream from an outlet? The water may flood out into flatness for a space, but it will not be stopped. Let my life run the same way – melodious to the ear over subdued obstacles, and languid and deep when the opportunity presents itself.
