One Last Reach For The Sky

Droplets hang
from the eves trough;
a row of tiny light-filled orbs.

One plummets
into the puddle;

as the ripples wave, infinitely away,
the drop shoots back up,
a perfect sphere:

one last reach for the sky.

Towards My Toes

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