Having half a stone
I threw it over a pond.
Not because I thought it was clear
but that for its eloquence
was sizeable anyhow.
Pleasant things can afford good rhythm.
You say flower I say nought.
For that is where having to haul
oneself over a stone can cause too much
insightfullness though the steady whys
they really reach out over what one is willing to give up.
And as for things believable the windowless takes
reflection that gathers most wind.
Yet the idea is frequently seen as a thought.
And how does a shadow glide over a sentence?