Shattered Stones

The rock wasn’t always.
It was part of a whole. Larger than.
A mountain of age worn worry
Shorn from self to tumble down its cliff.
Cascading and careening in thunderous echos
With an avalanche of sound surrounding.
It lands at last and looks around
Counting all the pebbles it shed.

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