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Rock, Paper, Pencil


11.13.12 Posted in today's words by

Douglas Polk’s most recent poem to appear here was Unearthed (August 2011).

Rock, Paper, Pencil
By Douglas Polk

a rock at my fingertips,
possibly a million years old,
molded and shaped,
by violent processes within the earth,
similar to the soul inside my core,
possibly a million years old,
or birthed into existence when my body first conceived,
both probably truth,
but will the answers ever be known,
rock at my fingertips,
a million years old.



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