the waterfall tumbles,
sprays and refreshes
a gaggle of oldsters
who chatter like chickens
mumbling through mist,
who chatter like chickens
mumbling through mist,
replenished by this curtain of moisture
they spread well-seasoned wisdom
and broad wings across a great granite base,
while the
rest of us, wet ears alert, quietly enter to listen.
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