I will not say

who stole rocks from each

state she visited, only to

place them in a garden or path

where their significance or

location of origin were

forgotten surely as the vitamin

pill you swallowed

eagerly with your cornflakes

this morning. It was not

as if she knowingly was

disrupting the oldest chess

match known only

to geology itself, each pilfered

stone a pawn or knight

or king plucked

from his square of time

and space—science has discovered

recently that future events

influence the past—stones

my friend will place in her path

of irises long ago and farther

back still where

she is joyful and warbles and thrives.