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To Fathom

I take each stone into my curious palm. grub‐gray, salmon, rounded well and calm. They speak in syllables of sight marbled, specked, saturned with white. Recast with each tide they practice silence search to find an uneasy balance and work a graceful way down over years to a grain of🔒

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Diana Cole lives in Warren, R.I.


Posted in: Poetry, Quakers and the Holy Land

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