Three Stones
by Lawrence Carradini


When the evening sends messages
To the Crane as it flies through night-mist mauve,
And the chattering of small shore-side mammals
Answer’s Mayfly
Spinner snow,
The moment when I breathe
The trance,____light fading.

Hear the silver.____________See the tone.


Here it was on break-wall, street above
Water flow below,
We kissed.
We spoke
Of time and places
Where we had been and wished to go.


The storm is near.
Hardly, a day goes by.

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