At the water's edge,
the same veined leaf returns,
back and forth

across the whirlpool
and its stone rim.
Across the fountain's

cathedral of rain
it startles, sinks,
and then rises,

like a planet scaling its
orbit around the sun, a galleon
from the edge of the world.


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  2. What a visual. I like it, very peaceful.

  3. That word "galleon" is beautiful and perfectly placed. It illuminates the stanza, giving it presence. The entire poem is lovely.


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