Mining the Silence of the Stones
(Sun Series #7)

Metamorphic

I slept like a rock, heavy on my arm,
blocking out the barking hounds
and the goings on of coons out on the deck.

By dawn, that arm of mine had begun to change,
but the metamorphic process was reversible (maybe).

The rock came back to tingling life
as my feet hit the floor.

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