Poem: ‘Rocks’
Maureen N. McLane, 4 January 2024
The rocks individuated as peopleif you register peopleas individuals, which I do,haplessly, helplessly, when forced,fright or flight or love or _______.
The plants need water.The rhododendrons are drooping.Your lust for the contemporaryis understandable but mildly disappointing.
She made me a latte,today’s small gift.They must be annoyed, the onesliving now next to a construction site.