A gogyohka sonnet of loss
plink, plank, plunk
in darkness all alone
water wicks
unobserved through moss
clinging to round well walls
which weep in steady silence
until root paths divert them into empty space
shimmer
for just a wee wonder
then free-fall into dark
they'd scream had they a voice
cold lonely comes the splash
plink, plank, plunk
alone, yet 'mongst millions
(c) 2019 david w palmer
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