It Goes On

It Goes On


these years

partitioned with timestamps


can be summarized

by Robert Frost’s words


and my hooded coat—

ice blue, synthetic fur trim

tinged with grime


my second skin

for an entire winter—


that hung from a hook

in the utility room


its imprint lingers against

the wood paneled wall


beside an oil lamp

gone dark for half

a century
M. Stone
M. Stone is a bookworm, birdwatcher, and stargazer who writes poetry and fiction while living in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in San Pedro River Review, Star 82 Review, UCity Review, and numerous other journals. She can be reached at


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