Skipping Stones

on the beach with my son

first we hunt smooth flat stones; I watch him. a

grown man stubbled and thin;

he twists his body, stone flies

out of his hand, oh my god

so many skips;

I throw a stone, first backwards

my son corrects me I

change to forward get two skips; it’s all

about technique:

only two skips! He aims

three more stones, five skips, six seven, each

sinks halfway across the lake.

I throw a beautiful stone I have been saving;

it is swallowed by the water four feet from shore.

Good try my son shouts.

About Karen To and Fro

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