The boulders' slothful migration inched them down the hillside. They moved so slow you'd never know they were in leaden landslide.
POEM: Geologic Time
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
The boulders' slothful migration inched them down the hillside. They moved so slow you'd never know they were in leaden landslide.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
I never thought of those giant boulders moving, but gravity would pull them down a little every day. Great poem. You gave me something to thinkabout.
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