Give me a line
I return you a lasso
long enough to
catch something
that us open to the idea
of being surrounded
your stillness
like that of a hunter
waiting, noting
how a breath of wind
flicks the leaves of the
river willows as if
with romantic intent
mind is
like breeze in how
it skims water, ruffles surfaces
teases with the thought
that down there with a
supper to be caught lurks
death the denizen
creature of dark fable following
whom (if we anthropomophize a tad)
there are no currents, no
movements, just water
so smooth and static it
could as well be glass.
YOU ARE READING
Zero Gravity
詩歌Collection of New Poems 2012/(2013) as well as published poems from as far back as the mid 1980s --published in poetry magazines and literary journals from as early as mid 1980s tgrough to 2011. Please visit my poetry blog at Wordpress. damian2649
