Saturday, January 1, 2011

Stones In the Grass

At first, a dream,
then apart and in a row
rhythm as I walked--
at first, they went
nowhere,
stopping by the new tree
we had planted two years ago.

Where should they end?
or, where do we begin?

Now, there is
connection
moving along
the path.
its song
complete.





1/2011

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