Flower

The stone.

The stone in the air, which I followed.

Your eye, as blind as the stone.

We werehands,
we baled the darkness empty, we foundthe word that ascended summer:
flower.

Flower - a blind man's word.

Your eye and mine:
they seeto water.

Growth.

Heart wall upon heart walladds petals to it.

One more word like this word, and the hammerswill swing over open ground.