holding a stone
hard vulnerability
smooth cool round
to the grasp
surprising heft
for such small just-fits-in-palm size
brownly rust-coloured
with sparse flecks of sparkle
embedded in gloss of whey
ghosts
surround its silence
subtle vestiges
layered by
ancient winds
wafting through me
trace elements
to invoke a sense
of substance sustained
through ceaseless
change
Summer, 1996
Rye, New York
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