the yard stone

it's the same stone
inside
the dirt
buried
in the far yard.
half in,
half out.
the quartz lit
in the morning sun.
it's been there for as
long
as I can remember.
did someone
drag it in,
its shine
reminding them of
a falling star.
there is no one here
to answer that, but
it will be there
tomorrow,
and the next day.
and long
after I have gone.