Jessica
Tonight, I walked our same
route to see something different.
It was all the same (couples
with entwined arms, men
walking precious dogs), until
I walked past tight-shouldered
houses to see the sun setting
orange behind the trees,
over the empty freeway.
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I had a hard time focusing on my small stone today, because I am totally engrossed in my current. I am reading The Reach of a Chef by Michael Rulhman and it took all of my willpower to leave the condo and try to see something new. I wish I could figure out how to write a small stone about the act of reading, when it’s really good. Instead, I’ll just write about late summer sunsets and walks around my neighborhood, until I figure it out.
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This micropoem is part of A River of Stones International Small Stone Writing Month, hosted by Fiona and Kaspa. The goal of the project is for participants to create one small stone (a recorded moment of mindful observation) each day in July.
