Feb 12

A moment arrives

Leaves dim against the sky
Focus makes a shift into blue

That moment arrives
and I treasure it
plunge my fingers into it

And even as I wrap my body around it
it is leaving me…
don’t go…

Another comes playful on its heels
but I have a fork in my mouth
so it wanders into a corner to console the dust left there

One of its friends stops by (it has many friends)
I consider more will be about later
so I remain unmoved – unmomented
a soft place for my ass
a flashing image for my eye