By R James Sennett Jr

becomes sand
eventually.
Silly to think
otherwise.
Is it then
over?
What comes
next?
Another rock,
another grinding
over time?
The sand becomes
a floor
on which to leap
to the next
rock.

R James Sennett Jr lives, works, breathes and chases his muse in Louisville, Kentucky. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications for which he is grateful.

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