If I wrote your name
on a flat stone
and threw it into a field
wildflowers would grow
bees would hum
hummingbirds would glide
birds would walk a little slower
If I threw it
across a lake
it would dance
to the other side
popping each bubble
it encountered
and settle on the other shore
waiting for a return flight
If I buried it
under a black walnut tree
lava would stop
and compass point
the gibbous moon
would hide
what was left
of her face
clouds would laugh
burst and cry
All this because
your name was written
on a sun-warmed flat stone
once held in the palm
of my heart
and tossed away.

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