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a pile of rocks
once in a while they breathe
by the side of the road
scream and shout their names
no story to tell, they saw nothing
and nothing was heard
moved and rearranged divisions
a wall worm lazy and slow
no story to tell, the worms see nothing
and nothing is heard
moved and rearranged
dirt, dust
and
sleeping worms
like water moved anyway it could
every day it would
gracewater
moves and rearranges itself
moving
take places
stay for another picture
that's me off to the left
with a smooth stone june
water washed in my hand
dirty feet shifting
intent
stand still
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