on the pier
scattering tears and ashes
…the wind dies
Ryan Stone

First published at Echidna Tracks
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
faded doll,
old memories
shelved
Ryan Stone

fuchsia sunset
so far from the city
of her birth
Ryan Stone

his vital smile
and untroubled eyes
—enlistment photo
Ryan Stone

louder and louder
the smell of Nanna’s kitchen
Ryan Stone

storm understory
broken nest glitter,
lone magpie
Ryan Stone

determined thief—
forest fire steals all
but their last embrace
Ryan Stone

a wasted chance
to unite in one voice…
tonight, I weep
Ryan Stone

ice on her duck pond
gently melts into water
changing…not leaving
Ryan Stone

at the hot springs
below the line of thought
I find you, old friend
Ryan Stone
