Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Perfect Balance

Between hard
rains—the easy
paddle of
a few mallard
drakes—softly
caucused near the drainpipe;
stark against
the loose greenapple
moss and muddy
brown ripples of a shallow noonday
pond—the crescendo
oily silent
grey to shock of deep
emerald
falls and hits

my bobbing retina upsidedown.