A Rolling Stone Stops........

A Rolling Stone Stops

Sometimes you turn to stone

gather moss & curl undiscovered

on the number forty five bus until

a friend gets on at the next stop

and sits melting your marbled skin

to a hot stream of molten chat.

Sometimes you turn to stone

and stare out to see nothing

but catch your own ghostly face

filled with shoppers and traffic

looking back at you in disgust

sometimes you just....... get off.

John G.Hall(C)2005