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Every summer I gather a few stones
from the beach and keep them in a glass bowl.
Now and again I cover them with water,
and they drink. There’s no question about this;
I put tinfoil over the bowl, tightly,
yet the water disappears. This doesn’t mean
we ever have a conversation, or that
they have the kind of feelings we do,
yet it might mean something. Whatever
the stones are, they don’t lie in the water
and do nothing.
Some of my friends refuse to believe
it happens, even though they’ve seen it.
But a few others—I’ve seen them walking down
the beach holding a few stones,
and they look at them rather more closely now.
Once in a while, I swear, I’ve even heard
one or two of them saying “Hello.”
Which, I think, does no harm to anyone
or anything, does it?
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