Stoney Moss

dabble and whatnot, mostly poetry

stones; a river: 17

January 17, 2011 by Deb

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From where I stand you’re 96 percent bursting those snowy seams edging a night sky with daylight blue so we can pretend it’s not winter

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For good friends going through big-ass crap right now. The moon was beautiful tonight and it made me think of you.

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For A River of Stones.

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  1. carolee
    January 18, 2011 at 5:51 am

    this is beautiful.

    and since i may be one of those friends, i should warn you: i’m going to make quite a mess when i burst. :)

  2. Kelly
    January 18, 2011 at 7:04 am

    I love this, Deb. The moon has always felt comforting to me, but I never saw it quite this way before. Thank you!

  3. dale
    January 18, 2011 at 7:33 am

    extraordinary, wasn’t it? I rode my bike twice under that moon, once to get groceries and once to go to Sage’s book reading. You capture it exactly.