River Stones
they live now
in layers of motion and stillness
a fret sawing wind
a chaffing river
have shaped them
limbless bodies
turned upon
a lathe of time
glints of starlight are in them
eyes blinded by too much
of light
or dark
blue veins leach from granite pores
synapse
with bloods tingling clamor
with fingerprints
a molten world
drips green algae
upheavals whisper
from an unending past
a stone thrown back
finding a voice
in an uttering splash
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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