Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Relatively Roadside

What I can, what I can't
Remember, what I can
Or can't collect again

Scatters itself around
An early afternoon
In intermittent wind.

Scale is irrelevant.
The dumped chunks of sandstone's
Tumbled topography

Lie heaped along the cliffs,
Bigger than battleships
But looking no different

Than the flakes of the same
I crumble in my hands
Rehearsing yesterdays.

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