Sitting on the Big Rock near the River with Jessie, by Anonymous

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Who: Anonymous
What: The Big Rock
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Ode to the Big Rock

We let our feet dangle into the stream

beneath us

like smooth peach fins, or pink fish.

We asked questions of the water

and each other:

Who made us?

What happens when we die?

What should I wear to the dance?

Better than a Magic Eight Ball,

the water answered

in swirls of reason,

mostly forming into liquid question marks

or sometimes exclamations

fiercely dotted with a

crayfish's leap:

Who knowwwwws who made us?

But wear the red skirt!

We sat there for hours

sometimes

leaving woolly stubble on our bathing

suited bottoms

and running off to pick

stubborn blackberries,

brilliant violet.