Jessica Bibbee

20090516

In poetry on 20090516 at 09:13

There once was a rock that I saw from the East,

and when I walked to the West, still it was a rock.

But a rock it was, from all sides around; though

in circling its simplicity, I knew not just of the West

but the East and the wide expanse between, too.

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