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Hard Times

by Melanie Hill

 

I’m a rock.

Just a rock.

A sedentary rock.

 

I was warm until

blasting wind

left me with no cover.

 

I’m a rock.

 

I was dry until

eroding rivers

submerged my craggy face.

 

Just a rock.

 

I had friends until
they crumbled
and relocated to the beach.

 

A sedentary rock.