days of stone
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by
a sudden rainbow kaleidoscopes long grey skies… unexpected smile Ryan Stone
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 saleCherished toys in an old boxA man asks, how much? Ryan Stone
A shift in focus—This whole, bright world reflectedIn her dark window Ryan Stone
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