days of stone
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by
Her darlings are slain In pools of red ink, her dreams Swim oceans of blue Ryan Stone
Into the tide pool Divorce shaped teardrops tumble And shatter his face Ryan Stone
Under the bleachers She asked my fumbling fingers Is this your first time? Ryan Stone
In treehouse shadows Shyly she stepped from her clothes And I from my youth Ryan Stone
Like a moth to flameSashaying between momentsYearning to belong Ryan Stone
Windswept mountain homeNestled deep in the aspensWhere Hummingbirds fly Ryan Stone
Hunting rock pool shellsAt sunrise, the tide tuggingMy child’s toes too soon Ryan Stone
Tumbling russet leafHow brief the rush of freedomBetween bough and earth Ryan Stone
Soft snores beside meA wheaten curl of warm sleepOutside the wind howls Ryan Stone
Her silver net castShe scurries back under eaveLunchtime drawing near Ryan Stone
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