Thursday, May 14, 2009

poem

A rock laying on the bottom of the ten mile creek
has been wearing away for week upon week
eroding away more and more each day
bits and pieces of it floating away
following the current wherever it goes
and with it flowing over rocks, highs and lows
little particles finding new places to grab and stick
hard to grab on to something with water flowing so quick

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