Stones
Some are soft and smooth and small
Embedded in the sand
Some stay hidden
Like a memory a word
And some are swallowed by the rain
And some lye still and glisten after storms
And some are ochre
And some are dyed in crimson shades of red
And some are smooth soft pearls of sapphire blue
Gracing the sea and sand
And some are collected
Like afterthoughts
And some are forgotten rubbed clean
Some children turn them into trinkets
And some become dreams
Or lost down stream
And some are stripped clean
Placed on cluttered mantlepieces
Amidst photographs
And chiming clocks
And some are picked by idle schoolboys
Learning the art of war
Watching them turn the earth to red
Watching them hit the head of the bank
And fall unnoticed to the floor
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poem by Yvette Smith
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