5.18.2013

Igneous At The Core

Granite,
lined like bookbinds,
stratified loneliness--
a pressing, lengthening of limbs,
heaviest words, incapacitated.
I am closed to your ideas,
rejecting your outcrops;
My heart’s weight in
granite.

Grace has challenged the Real Toads to write a rictameter. I've worked with this form but not lately, and had forgotten. Thank you, Grace!