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To be a rock has its joys — long dismissed by skipping stones
A fixed point while all around swirls past
Clung fast to my rough skin, the skinny feet of sucklings
Just before they jump
My familiar contours clambered over until one day abandoned
Except for that one last look — and this is where the sweetness lies
Long after they learn how to swim — a smile — before the current takes them