"The weak-minded choose to hate. It's the least painful thing to do, isn't it?" - Yiyun Li - A Man Like Him, New Yorker, May 12, 2008
Skipping Stones - self-composed
After baptisms down in the water
Me and a buddy slip away upstream.
Cracking jokes, bumping fists, slapping shoulders
We retrace the river's meander.
On a shallow slope of shore we stop
And begin our search for the perfect stone.
It must be flat, round, palm-sized
With an even balance for a level spin.
A flick of the wrist (opposite the Frisbee flick)
Sends the projectile hurtling over the water.
Bouncing on the surface of the lazy river
Leaves a trail of ripples as a wake.
One...two...three.four.five.six.seveneightnine
Sploosh! Bet you can't beat that.
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