Sketches
An angler delivering fish
into glorious day
draws them down listlessly;
his cigarette smoke fading over yellow irises
bending into a mist.
A tarmac raker straightens from his work
to lean into a breeze and pick out blessings:
atavistic phantoms like snow unseen
over a backwater;
a world away beyond the cones, the heat,
the endless bullying of engines . . .
May flower falling to a dirty stream
stirs the bones of an idea:
a note in the mythology
of someone looking on,
someone seemingly forgotten.
Author’s Note: The poems were first published in a now defunct poetry magazine/anthology called Decanto in 2012.
