falling tears
shatter my face—
dawn tide pool
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
falling tears
shatter my face—
dawn tide pool
Ryan Stone

in the Wheatbelt
sharp grain ears listen…
wind-song
Ryan Stone

on my window
fat raindrops tom-tom
distant thunder
Ryan Stone

on black satin sheets
she gives herself to the moon—
rose petals and thorns
Ryan Stone

forest twilight
insubstantial geisha—
Komorebi
Ryan Stone

silk corner cobwebs
entwine yesterday’s dry husks,
bloodless and rotting
Ryan Stone

after the dance
her questioning hands—
is this your first time?
Ryan Stone

At the garage sale
Cherished toys in an old box
A man asks, how much?
Ryan Stone

A shift in focus—
This whole, bright world reflected
In her dark window
Ryan Stone

How many blue jays
Singing the morning, to hide
Her departing breath?
Ryan Stone
