The rock

 

Whenever I curve through this dip in the road

I look up the hill to a large solid rock.

 

I mistook it for a rhinoceros once,

with a sharp breath and quickening heart

that died as soon as I realised.

 

I still search for its shape as I carry on,

squinting hopefully for something

I already know is not there.

 

Elisabeth Gowans

 

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