STONE SYMPATHY this large rock in the abandoned field its back arching up like one stooped to pick there and a crack showing made by time and sun and sun and sun looks like it's waiting to pull its hands and feet from the dirt and trudge off to find its mountain again or its seabed or wherever it came from but its weight holds it fast in the field to take on its back the full blast of weather and sun and time and time and time
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