I want to
Plant stones,
And have flowers spring
To life in every color
Stolen from the rainbow.
Do the leprechauns know
That their gold is now exposed?
Beneath the stones
I plant, where seeds
Slough off,
Life awaits.
Without stones,
Where will I find fire?
Without fire, how do I stay warm?
Cook food?
Sterilize my implements?
Without rainbows,
Where will artists flock
To gather visions
From the muses?
Where flowers grow,
Stones gather--
Names carved deep,
Final messages written
Stones from flowers/
Flowers to stones--
Life discarded
By the faithful
For the future-perfect,
Life dislodged from its pedestal,
And shattering,
Giving birth
To small stones--
Seeds of all kinds,
All colors,
Genus--
There is no such thing
As a weed
Arising from this soil.
Wildflowers only
How does this garden grow?
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