Joshua Weiner

Three Poems

Stone Ode

               for John Fitzpatrick

We call stones elders

              firm & fluid
jagged sharp scintillate
obdurate kindness
                             hold heat,
are cold in cold,
show wear, and know
how to wait
                     along creek bed
with time        to enter

              endless clear stream journey
away from
                        poetry precincts

their cobbling hellshops


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