The pond on the acre of land,
Marsh and wet, deep and brackish,
Dabbled and gay, waving in motion,
Ripples,
And colored with shadows
In the valley of the rings of movement,
from the stone toss.
Breaks the tension.
Breaks the tranquil
with a plop.
Another plop.
And another.
The pond holds all the rocks
One by one,
toss and distraction
Traversing the water
on a downward journey
To the bottom
But not bottom
but a new bed
On an acre of land.
Land Preserved
may land developers not discover it.
Like the movement of still
Like the movement of still water broken by stones, the well-structured lines recreate the tranquil vibrations and mesmerizing sights of a picturesque moment by a pond. The moment becomes spacious and serene with the image of "an acre of land".
An instant vacation. Gorgeous.