Your Sculpture

Here are some stones that make you weep
It is always and only about configuration
It's not the things themselves
These words are coming to me from very far away
Maybe as far away as you
I measure this distance in light years
The yawn of centuries
The stones quietly together are called sculpture
Put your hand over your mouth and laugh
Try to keep your spirit in your body
Mine escaped centuries ago
This is an ancient way to say I love you
A cluster of bananas on a stone table at the train station
If the bananas turn to stone, well then, I guess they were sincere