inertia and history interwined, the same, a rock, sitting at the bottom of a river, erosion, losing more of itself to the wear and tear of the water rushing past, water that's going somewhere, heading somewhere, carrying bits and pieces, moving pieces of millions from where they were to a delta somewhere in louisiana, this water that rushes into an ocean to be lost amidst all the water contained and covering and consisting of most of life on this planet, and toenails that drop away and off, just like that, and where does it all go, where does it end, inertia, weighted, rooted, a tire bounces and spins down a hill, children prodding it along with sticks, a can kicked down the street, bringing smiles and joys, a tree giving a hiding place, a shaded place to sit and read, to cuddle and sit with a girl, a chance to nuzzle, muzzle, muggle, and trees grow and spread and die a little each fall and are born again each spring, unless it's an evergreen, and the leaves in fall, amazing, colors swirling down in eddies of wind, breathes, daffodils seeds