Greystone
This two-tone gray stone,
dead shadow of an egg
misleads me.
It sits tight and introspective
in its own omniscience
forcing my brain to bend
and squirm under the weight
of its own gray matter.
Or white matter, but no matter...
This stone's dull shimmer,
even before the great flood of tears,
draws me.
Yet, I come no closer,
not wanting to intrude.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2020
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