days of stone
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into the spring dawn baby kookaburras launch fresh twitter accounts Ryan Stone
ice on her duck pondgently melts into waterchanging…not leaving Ryan Stone
cloud tide lapping the timberline —mystic lake Ryan Stone
the warm buzz of making honey —summer glow Ryan Stone
at the hot springs below the line of thought I find you, old friend Ryan Stone
confused cicadas singing late night lovesongs —bright summer moon Ryan Stone
unnoticed in cracked city pavement— daisies Ryan Stone
twilit valley clouds blow into ghosts ephemeral life Ryan Stone
amber leaves tumbling down the path— empty nest Ryan Stone
Despite the mist, the lack of light, they fly true south, those geese, while I remain, earthbound by age and pain. Ryan Stone
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