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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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Copyright 2016 Mike James
Nice job, Mike. The cracks take on interesting shapes like clouds…
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