days of stone
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by
Tumbling russet leafHow brief the rush of freedomBetween bough and earth Ryan Stone
Soft snores beside meA wheaten curl of warm sleepOutside the wind howls Ryan Stone
Her silver net castShe scurries back under eaveLunchtime drawing near Ryan Stone
From elsewhere to hereThe stagnant crawl of a snailPandemic postage Ryan Stone
Mist drapes the morningSable thread lacing through whiteA lone Magpie weaves Ryan Stone
lost in river-songtears fall unnoticed, distanta lone heron’s cry Ryan Stone
a crafter’s love hidesinside the vase, until crackslet sunlight shine in
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