Each impact is a click that echoes briefly,
then is lost into the rush and roar of close encounters.
Each grain moved by flowing fluid into turbulent shear,
jostled by unseen, unexpected bursts of confined chaos.
Lifting, pushing, pulling, releasing, falling, touching,
and settling into beds of like size to rest,...
while the echoes drift away.
Copyright © Victor Van Beuren | Year Posted 2019
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