Stones to Sand

A stone
keeps on turning
in the sand
keeps on smoothing,
getting glossy
in the water
swishing 'round
back and forth
in clouds and sun.
A stone
keeps on turning
in the sand
getting smaller,
smaller still
mixing more
into the water
swishing 'round
back and forth
in clouds and sun.
A stone
keeps on turning
in the sand,
smoothing, shrinking,
drifting down,
until it turns
into just one,
one of  the same
same sands that
washed it all away
under the water
and then returns
more stones to sand--
sand for water
to swish around
back and forth
in clouds and sun.


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