The Rock
The rock stood
silent above the ocean's fray
gray speckled and chitted by time, sea-salted air, and shells airdropped by
gulls
Winds swept over it
rains drenched it
the sun beat kindly…and unkindly upon it
Families visited and rested on it
…their voices filling the spaces and then leaving it again
Ants would come and ants would go
spritely green grass would grow up beside it, bleach in the summer sun to blond and die off again... in the chill of fall
The rock remained
never coming and never going
but always there to be found
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