From the archives: two years ago After supper we drove to the lake and the dam in Lewis Center Ohio. The grandchildren picked up some of the gravel and tried to throw it into the lake. Endless fascination with the small stones. Just before sunset.
Stones Throw
Glass houses.
Sticks and stones.
How many stones
do you weigh?
Mick’s Band.
Bob’s, Like a Rolling Stone–
gather no moss.
Riverbed bottoms.
Chiseled in stone.
What you could be
turned into
by the Queen of Narnia.
Skip one across pond.
Carve a quarry.
I gave my love a cherry–
it had no stone.
The heart of a peach.
