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Martha Kapos Two Poems

Anecdote of a Stone

Dull and exact as a stone this word might have remained in the kingdom of minerals the colour of green iron and obedient to its cold law if I hadn’t bent down to find it just the right size for my hand if I hadn’t lifted it from the dust by the side of the road and aimed it unswerving as a key and while the pond lay perfectly still locked edge to edge in the ground flat as a cloth covering a table a face that gave nothing away it’s as if this one word with the piercing trajectory of a stone sailed through the air and if this could have been

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