Small objects moving
Tiny sounds
Rolling from a water drop
Down to the floor
Along the old floor
Rushing around it
Melted ice
Under the stove
Subtle
Melting
Running there below the floor
Down to the bottom
Like a thought
You forget
Or a person
You want to
Floating away in peace
On a river fading
Heard a splash
When we all fall in
Looking around for ourselves
Until the shore
Again
Before we jump off
To another period
In our life
This is the gift
Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos 
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