This entry is part 10 of 34 in the series Small World


The stone isn’t dull;
it’s just too shy to shine.

The stone isn’t still;
it’s just practicing an extreme economy of gesture.

The stone isn’t mute;
it’s just making up its mind how to begin.

When I lived in a glass house
it was my most honored guest.

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  1. Thanks, Robbi and namelessneed. This was in part a response to Charles Simic’s great line (from an untitled prose poem in The World Doesn’t End): “A stone is a mirror which reflects poorly.” My last stanza is especially Simician, I think.


  2. Fine sly reversals here. I particularly like how you find the redemption of the negatives.


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