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Reflections by a Pond

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Mon Jun 5th, 2017

Prizing doubt

they certainly

do it well,


gazing at the mind


amid encrusted sediment

of sandstone fossils,

crunching numbers

few intellects

can comprehend...


and then there are those

who want to believe

a simple story

of how we first spoke

at dawn in a garden


and while I prefer

apples to abstraction,

innocent interpretation

remains the mark of fools,

who like children daydream,


and don’t acknowledge

problems of love:

its tender complexity,

its most sacred burden—

the musing heart laid bare!