small signs bolted to brick yellow leaves beneath branches that do not steam like my coffee at the only metal table occupied on the balcony
Category: Small Stones
Sunday Small Stone
the season’s first bare branch shakes under the magpie
Sunday Small Stone
the dark mud the red leaves the muffled splash of fall
Sunday Small Stone
red leaves redder than red green leaves greener than green brown leaves lying on the black street sky grayer than gray & air not quite done with the rain
Sunday Small Stone
golden hour, golden leaves golden window that divides golden wall from outside until the clouds turn blue there is no institution -al white Related articles Collecting Small Stones (return2writing.com)
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small explosions on shakes fall down cedar into plastic pipes & concrete puddles I’m hiding before I can think of rain or underneath duvet