Dozens of flat stones,
each eccentric, angular,
mottled in earth tones, many
cracked or worn smooth
by time's erosions
and ordeal's fissions and fusions,
line a 50 foot concrete block wall,
this cast of characters perched
nestling in precarious
congregation, covering like puzzle
pieces a long brief life somehow
finally coming together to complete
a unique evolving shape,
bringing ease on the wings
of the softest breeze
this late winter's morn, this time
of belonging fully to my own life
where the surprising speech
of andesite, granite and schist
carries the fragrance and weight of silence
through canyons of sky burrowing
into moist soil amidst wildflowers stained
with tears and waterfalls of laughter booming--
ahhhh, such an unplanned late,
imperfect blooming....
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