What you do not have you cannot lose;
what you possess, you will lose over and over.
The ruin of a landmark is a landmark,
its new name blooms from the mode of its destruction.
Mother, you have been taken from me, and oh! the taste of my loss
is sweeter than any milk you ever spared.
The name of the stone is Heart’s Desire
but it is a stone. And it is a stone.
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Teaching the Rocks to Swim: 2012 Attys Entry by Lee Rudolph
PoetryTen formal poems, collected into an entry for the Attys contest.