Rocks
1 min readJul 14, 2017
Rolling down
the slope, every
buffet fended off
by otherness,
freaking feeding time
breaking through
their sleep. His
first words
stones (pebbles,
really) poured forth,
freshet from
among mossy rocks,
shocking spring —
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