a found a mystic’s cloud
today
strange stream surfacing
motion maneuvering mirthfully
a found the tree under the shadow
objects reposing, the light untouched
today was so short
a flicker
as a beautiful face
turning the corner
never to be seen again
empty sand
in my hand
again
but at least
these shoes of ache
brushed by
the mystic’s lake
today.
