Arrowhead


The arrowheads
hidden away
among the rocks
sometimes
carried downstream
a reminder
of what was
Some broken
some perfect
but all small
and delicate
the discoveries
of the past
opened
the doorway
for more
discoveries
Like finding money
in your pocket
you didn't even know about
my eyes opened
my heart raced
the water
told the truth
the stone floors
now a stream
flowing into the lake
they once bathed in
now bathed
only in sun
and boats
The stones on the side
which now stand on
broken walls that stood
protecting
those from the outside
the marvel
that is nature
what once was manmade
combined
a scene hidden
in its ancient activity
The lake
of endless secrets


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