Indiscretion

I searched the ground and caught a glimpse,
pigments changing as I bent;
a projectile, faultless and precise;
to execute my great intent.

Firmly held within my grasp,
the pebble's fate was surely sealed.
With perfect aim and grand finesse,
through the air it swiftly peeled!

Skillfully I skipped the rock
and broke the pond's tranquility.
I watched the widening ripples
as an odd regret took hold of me

The time I'd spent in seeking
and the shine that brought my eyes to rest
were lost now to that watery grave;
...is this now shame that I ingest?

What of that little pebble now,
resting on the cold, dark floor?
The beauty that had caught my eye
would capture passing glance no more.
Published in Banks of the Little Miami Volume 5
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