The boulder is heavy,
But it is the only thing
That ties me to the land.
I carry it up the mountain
Knowing that I must save something
For the difficult descent.
Young people rush by me,
Smart phone in hand,
Laden with viral posts
Of windows shattered
By paving stones
And burning shops.
Near the summit, where
Sulfur spoils the air
And the going is toughest,
My now meaningless
Burden is carried off
By a riotous youth.
As I descend to the settlement
Below, my boulder,
Broken free from entitlement,
Bounces down the mountain.
I smile, capture the moment,
And yell, Rock!
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