Rolling Stones and Donut Holes
Reckless misfortune
can alter us
one at a time,
but like rolling stones
and donut holes,
we are not alone.
We hail from bigger
places
And
end up together
Sometimes at the bottom
of the way
or
inside canyon walls
that seem too tall
to reach or climb out of
without a ladder
to the top
of the rusted tin roof
built with admiration and solid truth
Sturdy and sun-kissed,
the mounds circle
Ruffled and roused
Around and around
Dipped and slick
Like
wind swept feather
Beads
Ready to guide us home
to the place
Rolling Stones and donut holes
go to feel whole.
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