Favorite Poem One

If there is a stone to throw and a pond to skip, we should both go.

My mind wants to dwell on a thing to hold and watch, while talking to you.

When we reach the edge of the fog on bikes made for hiking, let’s stop.

To pick up stones and throw them across the pond, through the invisible mist.

I’ll remember it as a moment we shared together, even for just a minute.

Because it started as a thought, then an idea being put to words, briefly.

You heard me and allowed the video to play in your mind, then agreed.

To get on these bikes, ride down this hill, pick up some rocks and throw them.

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