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Evidence in Stone
By Georgina Marie
10,000 years won’t get you to an “I’m sorry”
You’ve proven this
The effort takes more quartz
Than you’ll find in a bed of sand
More cracks are in this life
Than you’ll find in a
Freshly chiseled geode
The asymmetry the universe
Brings us is in these stones
Evidence that shows
You don’t have it in you
It isn’t just the strength of salt
The pursuit of a backbone,
You need concretionary truths that
Take you inward
To gleaming nodules,
To honesty
But that’s not what I’m doing here
I’m not stepping on stones
To cross rivers
To find a way back to you
Or hollowing out a path
In this glistening cave to find
Sincerity in artificial apologies
I’m crossing a mountain solidified
In molten core and rocky truths
Sunken in to the beveled edges of Mexico’s jewel
Harnessing the energy of these aquamarine caves
To store the energy of self-sufficient, sound ridden waves
To conserve the positivity of this journey,
I’m seeking a tiger’s eye to help me embrace
The low rumbling thunder whose voice
Gives reassurance that I’m sweet like melon
And hot like cayenne
All on my own
There is more edge in my own two hands,
What I am building with the opal in my own two hands
And they don’t need to melt themselves
Into the waiting for your “I’m sorry”
This is what my universe demands
The Door
By Lynn Kenyon
I opened the door and what did I see,
This great big world starin’ back at me.
I stepped outside to get a better view,
Where I saw trees and critters and things that flew.
I was amazed, in awe, at this outdoor world,
I became euphoric and giddy, my toes even curled.
Then in a flash I was back behind the door,
And heard; your too young, young man.
You see, I was only four.
