nothing special
reaching up to the sun
rocks
(Like I was saying just the other day, poetry lies in wait everywhere, even in rocks, little ones or big. This reminds me of a good book, which was so good that I read it twice, back-to-back. “Tying Rocks to Clouds”
From the back cover:
Available new or used from many sources online or try your local library. And if you do read it, let me know what you think.)
