Will I discover song under this
rock? Only the
moss will tell – Will I
know the meaning of root this
morning? Only
the rock-song will tell –
—
Found the songs first
in little pieces
under a stone. Took all my strength
to gently roll the stone
and prod them outbut behind the yellow piss-pine
crouched the trickster, waiting
to put a mountain there.
– Wendy Rose
—
As I was interspersing writing poems while reading Wendy Rose’s, I wrote this one and the next poem I read of hers was the one above: serendipitous bit of poetic intermingling.
