At Ease

As the morning sun
slowly warmed the rocks
arranged by the back steps
I swear to you the rocks relaxed.
Don’t swear, my mother’d say,
but I did anyway and still do
because each man does what is
right in his own eyes, right?
Right.
Today I swear it’d be a stretch
for me to believe these rocks might
cry out because they’re so at ease.
That would take nothing less
than a miracle, right?
Right.
 
 

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