Monday, May 30, 2011


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.

1 comment:

  1. Ooooo. Nice. Uh-huh. More. More fenders. More plummeting. And that stone. Don't lose track of that stone.