Every time I remembered your face,
I picked up a rock.
I have been waiting for the longest time,
carrying a sackful of rocks,
in hopes that someday I’ll find you
up against a wall
and I’ll find use for them at last.
But the bag was getting so heavy
since I remembered you a lot
and finally I knew that it was so silly
to carry anything for you.
Now every time I remember your face
I drop a seed in someone else’s yard;
I never go back to water them but
they grow tall just the same.