Stone One

Black on black pitched sky,

Bitter blind, coal smoke trails

Heavy without stars 

On a numb cold, winter dark night.

 

Carol Ross told me of this wonderful idea, to write something each day that is completely spontaneous. Stones, or pebbles, are things we look at but sometimes fail to see.

 

 

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