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This Rock


Frank Goodman

The evolution of time

Runs through the mind of this rock.

Hard shell;

Misinterpreted;

Covering the softness

Of its internal sand.

Can't explain

The feelings of this rock.

Stoic frame;

Emotions maimed;

In the stillness of this rock.



Wind blows hard against this rock.

Unwavering from the weight

Of its lifetime burdens.

Speak to me old rock

Beneath your surface.

Soft sand packed tight

Unmoving in your mistakable plight.

Please rock

Remain still

And quiet

In your hard shell

At the bottom of this emotional well.


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