I turn the smooth grey stone over in my hand
Like pages in a story
~
Purple lilacs blooming
~
His fenders drawn out
An osprey hovers
Then plummets like a stone.
GL, 5/30/2011. Prevail.
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Ooooo. Nice. Uh-huh. More. More fenders. More plummeting. And that stone. Don't lose track of that stone.
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