Friday, February 24, 2012

Marble

Men twist marble into braids and I
wonder who will toss me one to climb.
Years have smoothed the stone to milk,
but younger girls miss the columns
for the gargoyles and water-spouts.
They will learn that a strong, quiet strength
keeps the roof from falling down
and calms your sleeping coil
when sleet shoots through the lions. 

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