Mike James: What I Know About Poetry

some things keep happening

a rock rolls down a hill, bounces, bounces, rolls along

makes a sound every time it bumps the dirt

cracks itself and the silence

the cracks stay

the rock rolls until it doesn’t

until it finds a ditch

a small rock pile

over time, the ditch might fill up

the rock pile might make a mountain

the cracks stay

— for Geraldine Cannon Becker

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