Rainy day walking
Sticks and stones do the talking
Voices in my head
Rainy day walking
Sticks and stones do the talking
Voices in my head
Smooth stones slipping through
My fingers like they did his
Many years ago
Weighted with waiting
Pounded pressured pressing down
Stubbornly stacked stones
Water under the
Shadows and boughs over the
Silty sun-touched stones