Round trip. May 26, 2012 by bpb in Photos, Poems Spewed upward, gushing white. Flowing out, wavering clear. Slipping off the edge, shimmering sleek. The return hidden, but cycle complete. Share: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related