Menhir, Brittany
written by: Polly Oliver
@Polrocksnbones
Listen…
There it is,
Under the whispers
Of meadow and pine –
The hum of time.
Lay there at my base,
Face to the sky.
Your living and striving
Are as the scurryings
Of ants through lichen
On granite.
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