Walking is the best way to stumble upon (but not over) a green heart. Happy hearts are known to keep the company of smiling faces. And, yes, rocks are sentient. Is the poem in the rock or in the mulch? This for sure -- a banquet for the tiniest among the sentients.
I.O.S.
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she wonders how it got there
what was that hollow evening all about
and where is the phone number they left by the door?