JOE POEWHIT (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)
All poet rocks, start out as pebbles at
the bottom of the river of life. Through
time, some words grow into rocks.
Such as the flower to the plant. Over
time, the poet rock in the river, has
grown and altered the course of the
rivers life flow.
Though many poet rocks remain as
a pebble carpet of the rivers bed.
Capturing the sediments of the river
and enlightening it's society. Poet
rocks, remain as part of the rivers
life flow. Each generation bringing
forth new poet rocks, altering life's
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