Stone Home
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From my recent series Mountainless Poetry (AKA Plain Poetry)
My stone home
is unchanged by rains.
My stone home
does not
rustle and ruffle in every breeze.
My stone home
won't ever fall to flame.
This is a saddening
for me.
For I won't see it change.
The valley is built with bamboo homes.
And thatchings.
And each will come to pass,
as things do.
But my stone home
won't see such change
in a span of time that
I will live to learn from.
My stone home
teaches too slowly
for this dim student.
And so, a cup of tea...
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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