led back in to space
as a pebble from gravel
a stone isn’t rock
you don’t touch a rock
it’s alone a lot the likes
of what you don’t know
its home I could be
curious but my hunch is
you’ll look anyway
Poetry
led back in to space
as a pebble from gravel
a stone isn’t rock
you don’t touch a rock
it’s alone a lot the likes
of what you don’t know
its home I could be
curious but my hunch is
you’ll look anyway
