Afternoon – Page 47

driving down the road
catching a glimpse of my wife
in the passing train.
–
flat water-
migrating geese
pass overhead

subtle subversions
deflection, misdirection-
tools of the liar
–
a rocky stream-
mockingbirds
in the wood

autumn afternoons-
leaves plucked from swaying branches
dancing in the breeze
–
overcast-
shark scales
above my head

I may be different
but I am not a problem
that needs to be solved
–
fly fishing-
different clouds
under the same sky

stalks of winter wheat
growing through the rusty frame
of an old tractor
–
rising light-
a tattered scarecrow
greets the sun

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands
–
snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

brake light in the fog
dozens of burning red eyes
peering through the mist
–
clearing haze-
wet leaves on
dangerous curves

standing divided
sunlight shining on my face
my feet in shadow
–
peeks of sun-
our stately elm
torn asunder

a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd
–
incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand

a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment
–
thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence