Along a Road

Walking along a road
with stones lining the way
and stones being the road,
I daresay

Stones, crunching
my morning repast
with flavors of metamorphic
and plutonic,
but lacking volcanic

Oh, how I miss
a good think
about Pluto
and the River Styx
and the stones in his river,

Stones in the River
glistening, shiny
smooth as a baby’s
bottom
slippery when wet
enjoy them while so
upon my road, be they
boring, stones
just,

Skipping stones
killing time
one, two, five
step on a crack
break my mother’s
back,
not with stones, though
not with stones,

Large stones, become
smaller yet
time eats, crunches
my stones
turning them into sand
my sandy road, reflecting
the stones I once knew

When I wasn’t killing
time…

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