Three Short Poems of Plenitude

Three short poems of plenitude
rose high and sunk to drought level
surface adjusting its attitude.

So many escapes taking refuge
wash back up on the same rocks
like wishes that could not be refused.

Nothing is perfect said the teenager
jumping repeatedly from the cliff
except your splash said the grandfather.

One more warning from your gut
when you’re thirsty don’t drink too much
the correct amount is always somewhat.


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