Bill Kimzey
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Cairn
Cairn
Stone cries sand.
Stone cries soil.
A stone cries memory.
I had to stack the rocks
to make sense of them.
I don't like decorative stone
far from its native habitat,
the imported stone
that displaces weeds momentarily.
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