Scott Simpson · Poetry
The Making of Goliath Stones
A Hush Between Seasons · printed pages 16–17
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Source page 16
THE MAKING OF
GOLIATH STONES
Water
goes where it must.
It finds the weak,
leans in,
waits.
Rivers don’t rush.
They cut.
They wear.
They remember.
Mountains
throw down their bones—
shattered edges,
sharp with pride.
Water
takes them anyway.
Polishes
what once refused.
Turns weight
into form.
This is how
giants are made—
slowly,
Source page 17
with no audience.
One stone
at a time.
A HUSH BETWEEN SEASONS
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