Winter 1999 • Vol. XXI No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1999 |

Learning to Live with Stone

A shore of washed stones A sky the color of stone A stone cliff Stony face, stony heartThere is nothing here, Twisted roots, sea taking the land Back. Sea wrack And rain.     There is nothing Here between us but stone. One must learn to live with stone, Make it a bed to lie on A step to climb. Carve.

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