temporaneous
and so I stayed home and polished the rock
until it shined like never before
birds of the air and small animals made of clay
watched with curious eyes as I
placed the gem at the base of the garden stream
before too long the elements took its toll
on the once shiniest rock on the planet
and gradually one by one
birds of the air and small animals made of clay
lost interest in my efforts
eventually carrying on with their lives
june two thousand nineteen
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jdubqca 
xox to you and your rock
many thanks Lara/Trace!
Love this 🙂 very meaningful.
Thank you very much, Mariam.
A commentary on life… very apt.
Thank you, Mona!