I sat by the springside,
Dipped m' bare feet in the pool,
The water was rippled,
And green and cool.
I saw my reflection,
My nose on my face,
Then I rippled the water,
And destroyed every trace.
Notes: Written in 1974.
At 15, this was the first time I thought I had written a good poem. For several years
this poem served as my personal model of what I was trying to do with my poetry
(until Moss Upon the Brick in 1976,
and then Water Cycle One in 1983, and others since).
