days of stone
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by
beyond the gate where sea meets sky —tomorrow Ryan Stone
settling dusk a boy and his dog leaping shadows Ryan Stone
louder and louder the smell of Nanna’s kitchen Ryan Stone
so crisp the autumn sun, then winter Ryan Stone
strangers greet her with expectant eyes at the nursing home 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
amber leaves tumbling down the path— empty nest 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
cubby house— in the far corner cobwebs Ryan Stone
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