The smallest pebble
Makes a lasting ripple
In the river if
The water remembers the promise
To take the summer rain
Drops
To the
Sea
About the photo: When my dog and I came back from the morning walk, there was a young buck atop my house’s river stones wall. We all looked at each other waiting to see who would make the first move. During that short time span, I “wrote” those lines in my mind…
December 13, 2025
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2025
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