days of stone
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already dead bird-shadow darkens the worm Ryan Stone
his vital smile and untroubled eyes —enlistment photo Ryan Stone
so crisp the autumn sun, then winter Ryan Stone
determined thief— forest fire steals all but their last embrace Ryan Stone
ice on her duck pondgently melts into waterchanging…not leaving Ryan Stone
at the hot springs below the line of thought I find you, old friend Ryan Stone
twilit valley clouds blow into ghosts ephemeral life 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
falling tears shatter my face— dawn tide pool Ryan Stone
silk corner cobwebs entwine yesterday’s dry husks, bloodless and rotting Ryan Stone
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