Eleventh small stone, 20 to go:
At dawn the sinking moon and I
are walking past a grove of trees—
she on one side, I on the other,
silent companions watching
through the tangle of black limbs.
Praying today for the places I will go before the moon rises again.
(Check this site to find out about January’s 2012 “River of Stones” of which these small stone posts are a part.)
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