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Looking down I can see

     so many different possibilities

wondering which I shall pick

     and with it then what I shall see

smooth pink stone with pits of white

     will it fit in my fingers just right

that I might flick it with the crack like a whip

     to get the perfect gyroscopic spin

has it mass that it might fly

     many times as it skims

kissing upon the water where

     ripples will spread in growing rings

or perhaps a kidney shape

     bisected by a streak of white

bigger that more power might have

     that longer then might be its flight

wonder I at a stone oblong

     black and white and quite small

perhaps it's basalt mixed with lime

     would it then keep its spin

here a stone with finger notch

     of dark gray with salmon swirls

somehow draws and holds my eye

     I want it not into the water to fling

so many lie here from which to choose

     gold and salmon  grays black and white

smooth and round or angles tight

     I wonder which to give flight

as I lay in dark of night

     waking from the fading dream

with bleary eyes upon the clock to gaze

     to see the minutes slip away

slip do I from fading dreams

     into the night awakening

with hours long before the dawn

     seeking sleep that alludes me

'tis there meaning that I should

     deeper thoughts into which to plunge

hidden meanings for me to find

     or just confusion of fading dreams