My trolls live in caves.
I have employed three of them
to reform my mind,
change Father, Son, Dove,
to another kind of stone,
not earthen basalt
but ocean's sandy
stone formed at the sea's edges
so long long ago.
March 20, 2011 1:07 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.