stars can’t twinkle there is no time under impure clouds tonight
Category: Small Stones
Sunday Small Stone 122
heat prickles skin halfway to itch— stick in wire halfway to dry, halfway to rot leaves still still
Sunday Small Stone 121
lightning curls in itself current—like lagoon like sky— my eye can’t send the colors turned the clouds fast enough to name until it all goes dark beyond the gray
Sunday Small Stone 120
warmth & lemon linger in laundry and blue mist night
Sunday Small Stone 119
grey paws on grey -striped cheek—kitten tries to draw cat into his fight
Sunday Small Stone 117
no moon and still its light waves in the puddles filling white graves