LIKE A STONE, I

like a stone

i

lay very still

i

am very cold

i

can be smooth if

i

allow streams to run over me

i

can be used for foundations

i

can become part of a wall

i

can be saved for my appearance

i

can be cast far away and

i

will be found again

i

can be launched, to cause pain, and

i

can be used constructively, or

i

can just lie here and

i

can let the elements break me down, slowly.

like a stone

i

am here because

i 

am here and

i

don't care how

i

am used, just that

i

am used, in some way.



copyright Steven Woods, 1997

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