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The Art of Skipping
Stones
Birds know us as “the people of the feet.”
Jim
Harrison
Old
Bird Boy
How many skips your flat stone lives through
is determined by the curve
of the
earth
of the
elbow and wrist
of the
grip of the fingers and thumb
of the
confidence of the knee
of the
sweep of your timed release
of any number of things though mostly
the story goes
of the
weight of the choice
of all
the other choices
of this
particular stone
of the toe against the foam
of the hips
of the
pelvis
of the winding
of the
throw and
of the
letting go
and so
the first and then the second and so on
of honing
of
momentum
of
throw after throw
of
those lonely days
of the water
of it
being odd in no way you know
of it
giving felicitation
of it
taking and letting go of the stone
of that skip again and again and again and again (and if you're lucky) again
of that stone who pulls the surface of the water up dripping and dripping
from the twist of her appeased earth and wave and palm pounded cheek.
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