Solo

I took a path over to the lake this morning

soft grasses brushed my feet

A somewhat hot cup of coffee in my hand

No one was there

The space is huge

The void of which I am is visible

Here

Rocks of all sizes fill the beach

I remember a watercolor of stones

That Barbara King had over her table…

The void of which I am holds her.

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