herons stalk the edge of
civilization; the river
sings a marbled song
of fire and forgotten glory while
the sun casts about the rapids;  geese
fish from the shallows, men
from the bridge.  stones bake;
clouds come and go
like the old women searching
the banks for change and lost
youth while a train slows
with its mourner’s whistle and i
lean in on the verge of
wildness, watching.

5 thoughts on “observed

    • laura,
      thanks for stopping by. this comment means a lot coming from a writer such as yourself. i found your own site quite impressive, and i’ve added you to my list of blogs here on wordpress to keep an eye on. 🙂



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