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The Rock

The people pass

on the street.

They pass by me

on the sidewalk.

They pass.

The sand.

it is here like me.

Smaller

much smaller than me.

It does not walk

or run,

but it does move with the help of the wind.

I can move

with the help of a hand or a kick.

If I could leave and skip past you.

I wish I could.

Instead,

they simply pass by me.

Inches away.

the people pass.

Why do they do it?

I wish they wouldn’t.

They shouldn't.

They do.