Fossil

I, too, knew

the sap-filled swaying

and time of dominance, when I grew.

Though the river took me, I didn’t complain.

I was abroad with my old friend, the rain.

And now, if stuck and hardened by years,

I never give in to nonsensical fears.

There are worse things to be

than a pebble worn smooth.

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