Echo

I threw a pebble, a vestige of a forlorn memory, onto the dark river

The pebble skidded, skipped, and spun on the surface of this grim body of water

Reverberating its energy, its voice, its existence.

Forgotten, yes, it may be. Yet, the turbid wave of the world moves, responding with panegyrics.

Peripatetic journey continues on, even as the fainting shine of a lighthouse waves quietly.

7.28.2021