Flowers in Stone


                     after Paul Klee


Though hardly a blockhead,

he only had twelve thoughts

in heavy rotation in that radio


station of a head of his:

Lily’s round bottom,

birds caught in a wind storm


and ten other ordinary things

modified by nine deep feelings.

This was enough for an ever-


changing picture, an infinite melody,

and when Klee lay down

at night, a swarm of philosophical


fireflies flocked to one thing

or another, burning rhythm

and beauty into the blossoms


collected by day: petals break

stone by becoming stone.

Stone catches fire; stone learns to fly.

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