River Stone

stones in the river

gone for the ocean…

like words I search

to remember time,

place

seeking

one stark obsession

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Calling Stone

Call me out across the field
With abandon you will
Arrive upon my crumbling step
At last
We’ll close the door
Behind us
Just for the day

Memory Stone

There were things on Kathryn’s table;
I knew each small pile had a story.
I could have stayed all night to listen.

Book Stone

I found these books for you today
I tried to tell the man about our past
He’d heard it all before


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Missing Stone

I gasped and it
Felt like something inside me went missing
But
I looked around and
Everything was accounted for

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January 27

Hope Stone

I stand there for you
I stand
Listening for sweet sounds
Anticipation
Keeps me anxious for
Another time

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Blooming Stone

Where did our baby go?
The girl who comes in her place
Doesn’t give respite…
It’s constant transformation;
Childhood dueling with time.


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