(Actually, I think I can remove the second sentence to make a better image:
A man as wide as he is tall throws birdseed. Twelve rock doves peck like feathery iridescent ocean waves.
But I leave the Jack Russell in since this distills moments in my life - I see these two nearly every day out my window, sometimes I chat with the man. And one day I will read this post, and remember them. So the image is for my own keepsake. One of the stones in my silk pouch of poetry and memory.)
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A Riverof Stones
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