Up in a high place—
the echo from this thrown rock
first lands within me.
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– orha writes
Up in a high place—
the echo from this thrown rock
first lands within me.
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– orha writes
Ooo I’m a rock ooo
I’m so hard and stony ooo
I’m such a man ooo
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– orha writes
Split yolk of the rock.
Geode of forgotten plates.
Crystalized honey.
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– orha writes
Wind topples rock pile
down hill into grassy plain:
scattered grey petals.
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– orha writes
Pebbles
A dissolution:
Rain takes root, dirt flees from rock.
Just pebbles remain.
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– orha writes
Spider Rock
I upturn a rock.
A spider scurries from home.
Ah! Fine! Keep it! Squish.
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– orha writes
Two Rocks
Two rocks in the grass:
One, smooth, where the blue birds perch.
One, jagged, with leaves.
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– orha writes