with some rocks
in my poetry office,
I went outside
and sat
on the patio,
and while there,
I thought about
insentient life
and about
trying to communicate
with it,
so I walked around
my back yard
and meditated
with trees
and rocks
and plants
and weeds
and flowers
and I thought
that all of these
were somehow
talking to me,
but don't ask me
how I knew
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