On buried bedrock
	history unearths
as sin feigns potatoes
and warring 
frag-
	ments
of orange flint 
	and green stone
hinge on 
	Pebbles crying
	will my will be done?

Peace of 
short-tempered rules
vs. freckled exhortations

	A divine promise
A bunch of blarney-
	kissing
		up to 
corner 	
	stone

Once they reach 
	the bedrock
BAM!

Pebbles isn’t laughing.




~Julie Harwood