Friday, June 07, 2013

Watching Sunset With A Dog

"Fearless" Frito
June 7th and after a night of thunderstorms in Virginia, first light feels colder than yester-May. Tiny berms of maple-blade seed-feathers trace the high water line where gutters flooded into the street. How many sunrises… how many sunsets… and the days between…

With a whoosh winter,
winter wind sweeps June
back before summer

Yes, restless from the reminder,
how quicker the wheel turns
as slower the motor runs

No bow strong enough can throw
any arrow farther
than the target,

a small thing,
watching sunset
with a dog

- Peach