rocks these days

a rock hit my windshield on my commute home from work yesterday–

i was deep in thought about something far away, i don’t even remember now–

at the moment: i flinched.

 

this morning, driving back to work–

noticing the new, deep, wound in the glass:

i cried — big, hot, tears.

 

walking down the mountain to the office,

i stepped on a rock–

i flinched.

 

i picked up that rock–

the second offending rock in twelve hours:

and threw it in the snow.

i did not flinch.

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