Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction
RocksStones are chiseled by being,
Lying on the road: gray, tan, brown,
Amidst dirty snow and birds,
Each season applying its friction.
Red and orange sky brings each outline
Into view, survivors of melting,
From the spinning rubber of cars
To the summer idleness of grass.
There is a small pile next to the shed,
Passively stacked and scattered,
Driving on through the blue oblivion
Of everything. When does a stone become
Dirt? Landing on the vines and trees,
Mountain dust tracked all through the house,
Coming to rest in little places of everywhere.
Flying over the earth it's all you see
In black and white, too big and too small
To put a number to.
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