Echoes

We set down words like stones, each one just so, chipped and dressed Especially, and laid careful down to form the rounded well.

Such slow pace is second nature to me, but still some inner urge, yet more natural still, craves pace, ease, excitement.

See now why I, with you, bandy words Throwing them under-arm, think fast! I love their very resonance, the sounds of us Repeat to hear them echo up from the water.