Italian hills expected but withheld beyond
the trees. Sky, meagre, ungenerous day
shed impossible light.
The composition
...
for Russ Fine
The Sabbath day had passed.
He didn't inherit the earth.
The parental lick had thinned
...
A Wider Vision
A WIDER VISION
Above the jagged fractals,
jabbing
land-mass
into sea-blue water,
she steals the falcon's eye.
It sights
a covey of planted trees,
a road
sinewing its way
into the imagination.
People move
furniture,
make love
under these trees
funding
the heated heart
with evanescent shade.