Friday 22 November 2013

#92 - Collecting Stones In Cold River Shallows Is How We Connect

She rests on her hams
near where the current curves and scums.
Black pearls pop at the weir cusp.
Sticks trail rusk-coloured beards.

Its half meditation, half feigned-connoisseurship -
we lift pebbles to the light,
tilting them like jewellers,
as if we might tell the real
from the fake.

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