by Rena Lee
All their angles
they have lost.
Eternal friction
of sea and sand.
Hybrids
of water and land.
And even in form
they are something between
a drop
and a stone.
Pebbles
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if compression is the first grace of style
by Rena Lee
All their angles
they have lost.
Eternal friction
of sea and sand.
Hybrids
of water and land.
And even in form
they are something between
a drop
and a stone.
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I like the in-between nature of this, the recognition of the continuity between a pebble and all the forces that form it and have related to it …