Riddled
I knelt by the river
and looked
for a smooth stone
with a hole,
but the rock I found
was rough and riddled
with a network
of passages
sifting light and water,
sandstone worn
to fragile bridges
that are barely holding.
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2020
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