Falling Plum Poetry
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Walking through the crystal water
reflecting the light on the granite stones below,
I come upon a wall of glass.
In the wall, there is a window--
too high for me to reach,
and too small for me
to squeeze through.
So I look for a door.
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