It lies infront of the car dealership
oddly shaped
Gray speckled white
Kicked a few dozen times
Sometimes landing closer to the gutter
Sometimes closer to the road
It's hardness always
It's immutable state
How it takes up space inside a hand
And here near the park how it stands out of place
above a smooth surface
waiting for a car tyre
or a shoe connected to a foot
Or maybe even a deluge
It will slowly move a block down
exist in the form it is
Unlike us of flesh
remaining exactly as it is
Unchanging
Stone
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