You spend your days
staring at the stones
beneath your sandals.
The water, a mirror
to your soul,
still with perfection.
You find me between
the boulders and the beech.
Your long, delicate fingers
wrap around my curves.
Like Satchel Paige
or Dizzy Dean,
you reach back and let fly.
I skim across the surface,
sliding on the silver glass.
“Five, Six, Seven,” you count
before I sink below the seas.
After winter storms,
I will wash once more
upon the shore
to fly again.

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Andre F. Peltier (he/him) is a Lecturer III at Eastern Michigan University where he teaches literature and writing. He lives in Ypsilanti, MI, with his wife and children. His poetry has recently appeared in various publications like CP Quarterly, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Provenance Journal, About Place, Novus Review, Wingless Dreamer, and Fahmidan Journal, and most recently in Lavender and Lime Literary. In his free time, he obsesses over soccer and comic books.

Twitter: @aandrefpeltier

Website: www.andrefpeltier.com