The Shape of a Stone - Eliot Cardinaux

Conserves the forest
in its green,
jar to the shape of a stone,
time willing it
into these lives
like a little stroll,
back out of the hold;


this rock, the shape
of it, the shape of
things to come,
straight up and down,
your brand of suit
like this tree,
viewed as he is,
viewed as you see it.


And the road gets longer,
“this way,”
becomes “goodbye,”
this nature of things
as nature in scope forms
too these forms that grow
up from it,
someone you didn’t
know.