Mill Wheel
The Mill Wheel is half-buried.
Did time submerge it or
did the weight of the wheel,
defy the burden of time?
A young child skips-by,
jumps over the stone wheel.
Tall grass parts for her heels,
waving in the breezy air.
The hub of heaven is there,
turning a gridding rock
into a light dance once more.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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