A Wish

By David Scronce

 

And if we are just falling stones, so what?
Let us be rounded by rivers,
Ground down to grist.
Let us be the fertile earth of someone’s garden;
Let the bones rust, mouth to mist,
A laughing bit of granite, gravity-gripped.

David Scronce is the author of the chapbook Letters to Liam (Red Berry Editions, 2009). He works at the University of California, Berkeley. He holds a bachelor’s degree in philosophy from the University of California, San Diego, and an M.F.A. from the writing seminars at Bennington College. His work has appeared in 5AM, Hayden's Ferry Review, and Rhino, among other places.



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