Concerning the Stone
	
	The stone went out, dressed as a man.
	At the party, the stone danced.
	Late at night in the park, the stone
	pressed its mouth to the damp earth.
	The stone did not cry, but periodically
	the gray bowls of its hands would fill with tears.
	It carried a stick to beat away
	the clouds. It carried a mirror
	to remind itself. Having seen the woman once,
	the stone could not close the wound
	or make it speak.