The Sinking Stone by James Laughlin
High in the alpine
snowfields when a
stone slips from a
peak and rolls to
the glacier below
the sun will heat
it in the burning
days of spring and
it will melt itself
a hole & disappear
in the snow I like
that stone burned
hot from loving you
am sinking deep in-
to a cold vast no-
where ice land of
your loving someone
else instead of me!
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