A feather stone
lay in a flint-rock gardenan undiscovered find—

picked up and placed

just like so many others

into my treasure pockets.

Once again

stones piled high on the kitchen table

now examined for silver or gold.

My only find that day

among flint rocks and limestone—

a blue-feather stone.

I blinked twice

to find a blue bird’s eye

sitting on its feather stone.