Sketch (Fourth Coming)

A water flower.

A Scene I Seen By Th’River

The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.

Lapped at by the coursing mirrored-sky.

あすは水がへ空をかえります.

Dusk deepens.

Paddling swan in feathers.

The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.

Day-drinker ponders; rises; leaves the poem.

Do you hear?

People-watching; people, watching me.

Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.

In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.

The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.

Park. River.

I wonder.