Each Stone - Poem by Larry Kimmel
What they left behind them
are the stone fences.
now covered by a patina of lichen;
in the clean November sunlight;
once held between two palms.
These stone fences
are their Stonehenge
miles and miles of hand felt care
falling back into time
through the clear November air.
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