Stone #6

A man as wide as he is tall throws birdseed. His old Jack Russell watches. Twelve rock doves peck like feathery iridescent ocean waves.

(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 River
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Stone #5

A sealed envelope, my nephew's present from his uncle, unexpectedly falls out from behind a bookcase. l hold it, notice the moment.
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A River
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Stone #4: A Rock Dove

Clap of wings, a ledge. Street grey, pin black eyes- the pavement where I walk, or the fleeing sky, or a flock pecking bagel bits.

(I balk at putting the word 'watch' in, and hope you, the reader, can parse it anyhow.

Okay, putting it in:

Clap of wings, a ledge. Street grey, pin black eyes watch
the pavement where I walk, or the fleeing sky, or a flock pecking bagel bits.

Without it, the missing verb appears anyhow. You should leap from the ledge to the view. No, I don't have to say imaginatively, I don't. No, no.)
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A River
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Stone #3

The water of five great lakes rushes from the tap. My mug of sand, algal metal, dark minnow streaks.
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A River
of Stones