the stones,
beside the water,
almost blue, but mostly
grey that line the stream
below
home
have gone cold.
not a sparkle in a single of one of them.
dulled
with the weather,
the suns cold blade,
they sit and ponder life.
my foot sets a few free,
kicking them gently
to the bottom.
it's that kind of Monday.
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