Poetry

Bones and Kneecaps

I am
addicted to
stones
and I blame the
gods
for creating such
exquisite crystal
bones
and
kneecaps
for Mother
Earth.
They have it
all

beauty
power
mystery
magic
inner peace

They ride
in my
pocket
wherever I
choose to be
without a peep
of objection
and when they speak,
(which is infrequent),
it is always worth
leaning in to
hear.

I choose them over
humans –

mostly –

my wife
and good
poets
are encouraged to
stay
and a few other
souls
from along the
way

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