River Rock

A river rock remembers…
morning dream glisten,
afternoon sun-dapple drift,
violent undertow plunge of night,
rapid thrash and shatter,
all is lost.

A river rock sings of becoming –
from jagged sediment
to polished hope.

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Colleen Briggs Art & Writing