Friday, December 21, 2012


The stone feels
Hard cool to touch
Almost eternal
If not for time &
Elements weighing
No more than ice
On the lake yet
Hardly buoyant
Sinking in the muck
Slowly slipping its
Moorings one day
Surpassing what
Lies buried beneath
Sharing its story
With the roots &
The worms finally
Poking thru the
Crust on the ass
End of the world
To exclamations
& reverberations
& maybe a touch
Of sadness for
What once was
Writ upon & now
Become illegible
Becomes itself
Once again


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