Boys in the Park

With the abandon
of two small dust devils
they swirl around me,
laughter and squeals,
before blowing past
and away. Twigs hug
their hair, one has sand
on his cheek–they’ll need
baths later–but for now
life is seesaws and smiles.
They tumble together,
mischief and giggles,
and the sun breaks
through clouds
for awhile.

Ryan Stone

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Yu Yi

A box,
secured with lace
and locks

contains
small suns for days
it rains;

soft moons
to guide her through
night’s dunes.

Ryan Stone

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No One

dawn pauses, explodes
in a flash of carmine fire
flaring in the east

flaring in the east,
Icarus ascends his throne –
blazing flight of one

blazing flight of one,
Labyrinth behind, no one
makes it out alone

Ryan Stone

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Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Being Alone