Afternoon – Page 19

the bathroom mirror-
a message written in steam
appears in your hand
–
starlit noon-
steam pours
from off the rocks

droning bumblebees
flit from flower to blossom
gathering nectar
–
a young black bear-
prospecting
for gold

softly he sings-
the workday forgotten as
he tends his bonsai
–
an empty bench-
pigeons await
her arrival

summer afternoon-
the hollow ring of wind chimes
in the stagnant air
–
still water-
minnows gather
beneath the footbridge

slow afternoon rain-
long twisted rivulets run
across my windshield
–
mile twelve-
drops of sweat
mark my run

unexpected rain-
flowing into the gutter
a child’s masterpiece
–
mountain and sky-
colors blended
on my canvas

a yellow sundress-
the scent of lilac blossoms
carried on the breeze
–
dreams of dawn-
waking memories
of jasmine

gold and silver koi
resting by the water’s edge
scatter the moonlight
–
water lilies-
a dragonfly’s
reflection

moving through aspic
living just outside of time
tired and alone
–
persistent rain-
a raven just
beyond the glass

it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths
–
a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea