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WATER ON STONE

can’t feel the rain on their face any more
can’t go to war
I pass the stones
one by one in the storm

and when the rain has stoppped
there’s no need to warm
in the sun
what’s done is done

but the rows are alive
with memories. This one
traveled here, this one there
one breathed his last
in Normandy air

whether it’s spring, or roses
doesn’t mean a thing
none of them is alone
only me, watching water
on the face of a stone

Larry Keegan