fish taking flies

on an evening dusky calm

water parallel world

winter beach surf

mountainous on an ebb tide

how the snow line lies

the workers knuckles

blood cracked in cold dirt

tomorrow’s monument 

the times of the tides

and the clouds on the horizon

the cat decides

spring’s child

summer’s poem

autumn’s dotage

sun in the garden

hiding behind the clay pots

night of the full moon

frozen breath 

at the star gate

stepping off

old war film

snow on the celluloid

snow on the graves

sometimes the music

touches somewhere 

time’s past caring

every shampoo bottle

a new formulation

reincarnation 

the cat naps

curled around a sunbeam

mice ears twitch

wispy clouds

the sea waves back

so be it