Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Monday, May 3, 2010
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Stones standing watch
Over the fields of nothing
Stretching beyond the eyes
That are too tired to see.
In the dim distances
Of this fading moment,
We finally realize
We’ve no destination.
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