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by v gatrod
Posted to Poetry on 2001-08-10 10:56:00
tiny pebble stones beneath me
somehow greet me in
muted colors of red
brown orange smiling
at them absurdly
I reach down and scrape
the rocks with my bones
black dots ants crawl
on my friends the pebbles
I kick a wave so still
they come to a perfect
mindless rest or so most people
think I know they live forever
and are thinking of the passage of time
no doubt waiting for people like
me to come and scrape them
with my bones