Watching Stones Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Stones



Watching stones on the ground, gathering momentum
and falling into patterns of immortality.
Always forming ideas as they formulate themselves
and become apparent inventions of tomorrow.
Steps being followed, lists being made, as I watch
in amazement for their beings in reality.

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