Stones

On the cusp of the new year and playing for time, there you are tapping your toe to the beat of another lost song. We meant to write it all down, clever lyrics dreamed into being in those languishing hours between jobs, yours carrying sheet rock two panels at a time, mine watching children fill their mouths with stones on the playground.

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