A Scene

One slipper on the river water goes with the water's wave with the water's wave it knocks its head against the bank's stone with the water's wave, drifted from the bank, it comes to the middle of the river's hollow. Perhaps it will stay somewhere perhaps somewhere it will be flung into the mud and moss perhaps it will rot somewhere, all alone: a keepsake of a pair that were together before drifting apart from each other...