...received David Stone's Crystal Prism book of poetry yesterday....

The rain  created creatures
the thin
think banks
dreams drained
scales swelled east
from the Black Forest
to the Black sea
passing solstitial ordinance...
Thank you, David Stone, for your book.

In the lobby of the Grand Hotel, 
Alcuin found gold 
painted ice cream flecks, 
demolished robes, 
atomic secrets hidden in gold bathroom faucets.
pg. 72

Above the dirge,
the reptile boat
entered Paris airspace
and landed in a corridor
dock on a cathedral spine.
pg. 76

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