Thursday, November 10, 2016

Aspen Valentine

One of those mournful moments
When the stone rolls
Right back down the hill
Just as it reaches the top
But at least we can take
Our time staggering back down
To the bottom to retrieve
What must be picked up
Saved and what discarded
Of whatever we were carrying
Of self-respect or self-knowledge
Clearly now in pieces
The trouble is what starts
As just a pebble at the base
Gathers to such a mountain
By the time you reach the top
You have to let it drop

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