Skimming stone glides
On crested, twenty five waves
Splash of that stone
On each wave,has begun.

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First date ten fingers lock in their grasp
Hazel eyes meet, those blue ones with shy
Snow on the ground, small cloud paints the sky.

Hills with the water and locks in the ice
Picnic packed lunch, echoed laughter in smile
Her left leg grabs hold of his right hanging out
That stone where they sit has been cut for their while.

They call it Jone's Falls
Yet the winter invades
Mesmorized thoughts
History displaced.
As this moment is theirs
Kept in memory, their place.

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Winter has past, springs greening up
That walk through the slush to the rock where they sat
Fingers in fold, frosted breath meets the air
On that rock is their shadow, lunch date an love shared~


~Bentlee~