Time
lapse
E.
Mitchell Stone
Cushion
clouds parted
A
full moon eye took it all in
A
spider spinning lines in the center
Where
the sun once shone in
On
the windowpane
A
shadow sat down beside her
Crickets
collected cobwebs down below
Water
combed the sand free of debris
Morning
hid behind bush black and green
Finger
strands reaching toward the glass
She
tried to avoid in conversation
Yet
the mirror listened intently
Throughout
the wet morning
Till
dawn broke in, uninvited
With
a milk bottle racket
Bird
chirping rattlebone
That
lasted throughout the day.
***
E.
Mitchell Stone was born in Kentucky and is of American Indian
descent. He is editing two manuscripts of nonfiction, managed
by Tal Literary. He has published in The Courier-Journal
and Free Radical. Stone is currently assembling an anthology
of free-verse, artwork, and essays.
©
E. Mitchell Stone