The Pond

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
May/June 2014

By Tess Nealon Raskin

The sun glitters on this damp surface, lighting it up
Silver fish flick their tails and in a flash—they are gone
It is heaven
The warm gray water feels soft, as I touch a ripple
with my finger
Eyes open, I dive
Rainbow trout circle me as I push water back
One bites my toe and I laugh
Bubbles float out of my mouth,
Like transparent balloons
I feel far away from Earth

the pond tess raskin

Tess Nealon Raskin, 9
Brooklyn, New York

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