Sadie never left the house
Without her sifter
Before returning home
She liked to sit with it
In the park
Sometimes
She found she could
Sift a whole day
Most of it flowing
Ash onto the grass
Until she got down to
One clean round nugget
Sadie cherished
The one gem
That came from
Those fruitful days
And would make a point
To save it
Placing each beautiful
Glowing one
On her kitchen window sill
Sure to catch the light
It was the days
When Sadie sat
Sifting and sifting
Only to find
Caught in the mesh
Many awkward grey rocks
That Sadie spent
A little more time
In the park
She would make sure
To examine
And then say good-bye
To each stone
Then Sadie would toss them
One by one
Into the stream.
