“Underwater River Rocks” by Dixie Distefano
brooding stones suffer anger
ignored by the sun beneath waters
too rushed to give them a care
left to wallow in mud of neglect
all their prettiness lost to admiring
eyes of the world noticed only by
coldblooded philistine fish with
their miniscule brain-hearts too
full of themselves nothing left
but to wait for the next glacier
era to scrape them from dull
deep obscurity raising them back
to their freed rightful place among
nature’s own objets de vertu
derisively flaunting their sheer
indestructible lifeless antiquity
mocking pathetic mortality
walking the crests of creation
From my book Bohemian Scents
