Larry Kimmel - Each Stone

What they left behind them
are the stone fences.

Each stone,
now covered by a patina of lichen;
Each stone,
grayish-green, here,
in the clean November sunlight;
Each stone,
once held between two palms.

These stone fences
are their Stonehenge
to us:
miles and miles of hand felt care
falling back into time
through the clear November air.

Larry Kimmel

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