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Exiles
Do they miss the sea, do you
suppose –
these stones, snatched from her
shores –
settled, sheltered, sequestered
in my garden
to serve as souvenirs of summers
long gone by?
Might they pine, perhaps,
for briny companions, misplaced?
Or have they befriended the dragonflies,
mayhap,
and the monarchs, who pause to sunbathe
on their smooth, warm skin?
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Snow Lights
They precluded
capture by daylight,
flying, falling
all too fast,
making
for a blurry snapshot –
more fog
or film –
than photograph.
But kindled
by the flash after dark,
against
a black backdrop,
they spark
like distant
stars
or
summer fireflies
lighting up the night.
Today’s “small stone”, courtesy of Storm Bethany.
