The honey of peace in old poems.
– Robinson Jeffers (“To the Stone-Cutters”)
A man wants to stay out of the red
investing too much in the wrong things
that dull your senses, erode the granite’s edge
into homogeneous uniformity like gravel.
We wear down with the friction of time
and interest, but passion’s advantage
rests with satisfaction beyond currency
building a history one rock at a time.
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