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Down by the river side

it’s hard to hide

from the waves and ripples

that rush over the rocks to greet me

calling to a smile

I didn’t even know I had

until it came out

to bathe in the cool

pure waters knowing

there was plenty of sun

waiting to dry and warm it

as it basked in the beauty

of rocks smooth and smothered

in wild crazy paints

that must’ve fallen from the sky

and soaked into the solid stone

permanentlyΒ because the patterns

won’t wash off

telling and preserving ancient stories

the wise landscape wants us to remember


and as I time travel tracing a finger tip

along the lines of white, grey

red and brown

that turn the pebble in my hand

into a map

I know I’ve found treasure