The Slow Envy of Stone
       

The overcast sky avalanches down
the dull day. Gravel in the drive
willingly trip up your every step.

Boulders on the riverbank sing
suicide so low you hear it only
as mood. They offer their little ones

to fill your coat pockets and pull you down
like very patient body snatchers to where
they can take you over one cell at a time.

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from Planet of the Best Love Songs
Salmon Poetry
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