Weight of the world

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The weight of every pebble tossed
is feet dragging through tough-rooted stalks
clouds on my shoulders

shadows lie beneath each stone
wheeling bird wings
in the depths of drought fissures

and the sharp breeze blows cold
barbed as a bramble cane
where the last fruits rot.