An Improvisation for Soot and Suet
The pebble
fidgeted by freshets,
mouthed by
trout,
buried under bank shoals,
cleared risen by a falling tree's roots,
repossessed crinkled lacy by moss. . .
takes on the rondure
of attack from anywhere,
its history its loss,
surface events declared
by vanishing,
history what's
left to tell what left
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