Late summer



Sun dapples leaves

soft light::  I’m straining towards

a white out.


Living mirages of sea

where you bob an 8 knot



Are you thinking more of me?

Out there between placid sand

& whale’s tail………


(The other side of midnight beckons.)


Here there is no light

only the halo of the trees

pretends to it.


I’m shrinking in the lack:

while all around fruit falls

for autumn.


Here is golden:

waiting for a sign

of harvest pledge


a bright promise that

next year will bring

more together.


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