Gravel

The step is always varied,

a crunch, slide, reposition,

always adjustment

clearly laid down to create a path,

noisy, apparent, edged reality.

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Perhaps we might imagine

our lives as freshly laid

stones on a clear surface,

always shifting, adjusting,

atop a clean slate of sorts.

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Can we withstand the slam

of our society’s grasp,

careens of insecurity,

squeezed together firm

asked to frame our posture.

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rocks meant to be loose,

without a strong structure

open to movements

and slippery motives

all piled together as one.

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We do pitch ourselves about

trying to maintain our posture.

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