prospects

prospects

 

evidence of predators

along the fence line—

 

their songs travel among

weeds, burrow

alternate paths

 

parallel shapes

settle,

 

overlays

confuse the lyric

 

*

 

I become entranced

with cast shadows—though

who will believe—

 

dimensions

unfold themselves

 

as a word

spoken

 

glints in the light

 

small to large

to small again

 

*

echoes both hands

in a cooling trend

 

the verge

of a complicated

sleep

 

 

*

 

from atop a boulder,

scanning the paths

for even a glimpse

 

 

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