I am this rock, lying for a moment
centered in your field of vision as you pass.
I could be a sleeping cow, or a dog,
or an echo of the mountains in the distance --
it's your call. Was I placed here? Did I fall?
Or was I just unearthed when some foolish farmer
thought he'd try to plow?
It matters not: you will drive on,
on your way to the adventures of your day
while I stay here enjoying mine,
centered in my own field of vision.
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