Fancied Strokes
Stone
Stone
Go inside a stone
to the cool center.
Deers who saw the sky darkening,
Sounds of trees falling,
Grass never given a chance to grow back.
Pressed,
Steamed,
Transformed.
Still water was running over me.
It was weightless.
Lighter than baby’s laughter.
Children were sitting
Parents were taking pictures.
Little hand touched
hot surface of the rock.
Insite -> Inside. Good.
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