The rock has memories of water
And of egrets, shadows of clouds
Passing over the lake,a temporary
Hyacinth carpet spreading cheer.
In case it forgets its mission in life
Someone made white calligraphy
On it about a virtuous toothpaste
That had salt in it,believe it or not.
The rock that earlier had shadows
Dancing about and deeply involved,
Now declares unnamed boy smitten
By an arrow through heart for a girl
Deeply involved in toothy burghers
Fresh from country oven and a cola
Frothing at mouth on phony fingers.
The scene has water bottles loosely
Anchored to it, by the passing wind.
It seems love is in the air and water.