small stone redux #1

Every morning I go to wake you

Can I turn on the light?

You’re face down

curly head squirming

half under the pillow.

There’s the point in the blanket where

your toes are pointed in a stretch.

Good morning, baby.

You smile

knowing I’m about to reach you

I dust you with kisses all over

and now you’re laughing,

eyes still closed.

Small Stone #31

Sick Day

A sanguine smile

as she scrambles into bed

and points her feet at me.

“Mawr,” she says

one hand rubs her belly

as she grins at the spoon.

“Mawr ice-cream.”

Small Stone #30

carnelian molasses pools at the bottom

of a clear glass bowl

Small Stone #28

Neon signs pointing the way to the restroom?

Small Stone #26

the four year old in the blue velour sundress and red shoes

shoves the big duck towards the waterfall and turns

wiping her hands and nodding at her father,

“I’m done here,” she says. 

Small Stone #25

Powering the Fremont Rocket

five point stars and 

dotted stars, the pointed sun

and moon. 

Small Stone #24

Raegan’s Chalice

On a patch of ice

forgotten in the green sea

the redhead dances. 

Small Stone #23

blades of grass in a square glass jar

Small Stone #22

giggling under blankets

hiding from the baby

Small Stone #21

too many

white paper cups stacked

below the coffee pot

in this tiny waiting room