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THE PEBBLE





You touched a pebble
that rested for ages and ages
dreaming of being the moon

*

(Beneath the pebble a cricket
 rehearsed a fugue
 to the starry night.)

*

The pebble on your hand
 was lighter than the weight
 of a hummingbird in the air 

the weight of the truth
 in some lips.



















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