A Hundred Gourds 4:3 June 2015

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Michael Nickels-Wisdom - USA


In early autumn I met a stone. It had been waiting for me to arrive. That’s what stones do; they wait. It was like a child or a small animal, both of which I used to scare before I shaved my face. It stood there looking up at me with its hands clasped behind its back as I got out of the car. I think I met it before, when it was a little girl. We’d never met before then, and she marched right up to me, gave me a flower, and introduced herself as April.

a human being
carries a green stone
in a blizzard

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