Skipping Stones
Perhaps they don’t throw stones
Simply skipping them instead
Picking and choosing only the best
Sleek, slim, rounded at the edges
Such as will easily skim along the surface
Lacking desire to plum the depths
We, poets, observe them
Driven to distraction at times
Amused at other junctures
Maddened as well in turn
Or merely apathetic
But always perplexed
At these ‘Skimmers’
Whose fundamental immediate lives
Leave them skimming across the surface
Never dipping hands into cold deep waters
Or noticing the stream reflecting
The wonders of the skies
poem by Mary Havran
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