pray tell who belongs to this
olive-colored rock? it’s so pretty, a
lush green. it looks like
it’s been polished with
snow-capped pine by a mountain-top guru. i mean, it
has lived. maybe it lived within the grasp of an
eagle’s claw for a
decade or two,
should eagles generally live
that long?
only to inevitably show up right
next to us as it is here, glued to this birdbath in some
elder caretaker’s long-worked goofy zen-style cocktail garden.
