The Quiet Pond

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The quiet pond wrote a V when the water spider skidded forth, a V here, V there, the same V that geese make flying south. When a swallow swooped for a quick nip or a bass rose with its wide mouth, an O spread over the depths. A rippling snake was making an S. The water shimmered reflections of the trees and sky writing O VOS to me politely in Latin, the plural you. I felt welcomed and said, “Thank you.” This was why I write I knew. To say thank you. I was an endless thank you.