Pond Pondering in life’s pond that spreads before me. I watch scum like old memories sink to the bottom out of sight out of mind turning into covert fertile and fermenting mud that I squish between my toes. As the pond grows older it bustles to life before the algae bloom of age consumes all the oxygen, killing off one memory after another. Freeing me from the burdens of pondering why this or that happened in this dying pond.
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