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Planting Stones
I am guilty of uprooting you
from the bottom of forest
at water's edge
where I grew enamored
with time's shape &
the raw smoothness
of soul's endurance
for hours
I immersed myself within
a single body
of the time-worn, water-kissed
stone, so beautifully darkened
by the eternal song
in low light
my excuse
was the love I felt for you
and the flowing light
over your entire being
I could not part
and I knew if I sat long enough by your side
I'd hear more tales
from your soundless telling
and the weighing in
is what I lack
in finding my bearing
to sing the old
truth
::summer '05
art: Andy Goldsworthy
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