Seeds For Someone Far Away

Four wrinkled olive stones

clink in my pocket,

like wooden baby’s blocks.

Four trees in their lockets,

the key a raindrop

from songbird-heavy skies.

Four russet eyes cry stop—

[ _____ __ ___ ___

_________ ____ __ ____ ]

Four swaddled-tight tears we’ll

press to calloused earth;

tall, soon, for all to see.