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A Boulder
large as a bus, cracked exactly
in two halves resting
three feet apart.
The facing sides are sheared flat,
parallel, rough as weather
but clearly hewn
of each other.
I don’t know which glacier
left it just so,
with such immense, accidental
care, where it waits for me
each year to stand between,
and lay a palm
on either side.
Terry
Adams
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