A Stone of You

I flew in over the ocean,
The mango orchards
The garbage dump
The jungle
You are everywhere


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Fish Stones and Milk

We made fish and leche de coco
The memory of love, friends and
Graceful goodbyes


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Twenty-Three

Sky like a pool of paint
In azul and palm green
Touch my skin with
Coco flavored heat


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The nose drinks
Odors that cast spells
Make like a furnace that burns
Unrelenting, remorseless


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Stones Past Stones Future

My past
Tangent to my future
Like first cousins
Who marry

Grand Stone

Grand Canyon
Earth’s crack
From the sky
Like a gaping wound


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Moons and Stones

Ah, the enchanted moon
Guides me
To the unmeasured honey


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Eighteen Stones, One Suitcase

Empty suitcase
Yawns in the corner
Feed it
Like tossing meat to a hungry lion


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January 17

In the name of love
Celebrate dreams
Embrace the long road forward


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Sixteen Stones

Winter is making plans
Laugh like thunder
Tears all rain
Shake your head
And it’s snow again



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Clouds hang dark
Rain over cityscape
Slick sweet smell


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Stones of Crows

Clever, cunning, cold.
Harbingers of misery.
Jesters in the roadway.
Misanthropes of the passerines.
Laugh, cackle with imperceptible sneers.

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Klimt Stone

The enormous poplar
Bends to the wind
Never breaking
Bleak resignation


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Day Twelve

“Freedom is messy”
Say the gatekeepers
Jangling the keys

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Snowy Stones

The snow fell as on gossamer wings
Like the faeries brought it
And gnomes took it away

Silent Stone

In all the silence
One pin dropped
With a boom


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Ninth Stone

You never knew
She was bigger than you ever let her be
Now she is your truth

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Sky Stone

Little words
Written across your sky
Messages at the end of my day

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Stone Seven

One pale child slowly becomes herself once more
Weaving a path through a jumbled day

Early Morning Stone

Following morning’s first urban light,
One great bald eagle, nonchalantly escorted
By a small flock of seagulls,
Begins my retail day.

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Wet Stone

Barren winter light
Abruptly interrupted
Rain returns

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Another Stone

My girl, four decades on and more,
That I could only hold you, comfort you, calm you,
As I did so many years before.

Day Three

Jan 3
Shrieks and smiles, I watch limber limbs dash and dangle against the freezing white sky. My old aching callused feet beg for the noisy car heater. My bright pink knuckles ready for the merlot.

Second Day of Stone Gathering

Jan 2
Soft girls, warm blankets, night sky, dreams of princes, tooth fairy, no little brother to bother.

Day One of Stone Gathering

Jan 1

A New Year and I‘m surrounded by the little ones, the little ones. Brown eyes, mouths that chatter endlessly, with whys and wise. Blessings and benedictions.