The effort may find you wanting,
lacking the lapidary skill
to smooth the edges that pull at loose threads.
There was the worm on a hook
and the soft toss into cold green tinted water.
What skill it took to bring the sunfish to shore
was coded into muscle memory in the age of flint
and bones
Skipping rocks can be an art form,
like polishing stones in a tumbling drum.
In the desert, wind and sand
bring out the sheen in green tinted malachite;
a soft glow that will be the untethering of your stony heart.
Polishing Rock
27 Sunday Oct 2013
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