Walk on a rocky beach
seek a single stone
a white stone worn
smooth and buffed
by large hands using
the sea to sand and
grind, and shape and
contour, flatten.
The stone bears a name,
my name, the name
I do not know.
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Photograph by Sue Rawlings via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
