Sunday Small Stone 63

the laurel sways
the golden patch

of leaves above shadowed green
by veins and inches

far beyond the Douglas Fir
first curls of marine
layer have risen

are rising
too slow to be seen
in an instant

there’s stillness
enough to think nothing
has changed

I love writing small stones.

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