Splash, Splash, Splash

Hyacinth garden

Splash, Splash, Splash went the water.

          spring’s ration is over for a sad curl of kelp.

                        raindrops slam blindly

into the sea.


         edges waver in slurry.

              tiny ripples spit at

the appeal          

             that whisper of ghosts.

                  you can almost hear the auditory illusion

                   as if a moan.

a swirl of leaves

  swish a wish in the currents.

        for a moment you wonder

are they reminiscent of tears hiding whispers of absolution?

or just the innocence of a dream.

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