A Year of Poems – Day 239

Is there a rock fit for heaven?
A bland, grey stone for those gold streets?
Is there a boulder built for glory?
Will every surface coruscate
with precious gems and bricks of gold?
Or will there be a dirt soaked stone
In the center, coated by thick loam?

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