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Creating Ripples

To create and maintain
32 seconds of wonder
can take a lifetime.

Like some strange law
of diminishing returns,
where meaning

spreads out,
like ripples,
from the creator,

who finds such pride,
such purpose,
in their process,

that they drop a stone
into water that splashes
through the medium of people.

We can create our meaning,
through where we spend our time,
if you can feel it gleaming. 



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I'm very grateful to have this poem published in Issue 2 of Flights. 
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