Monday, July 10, 2006

Powerlines cross water
Lilies harboring their rumble of bullfrogs
Following the path of miscast fishing reels
A tangle of bobbins and hooks caught near the feet
Of his blue silhouette.
Dusk brings out the zigzag flutter of bats
Harvesting a sky full of tiny wings
Your eyes can't help but track their flight
So that by the time your gaze recalls,
The silhouette is no more.

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