Long standing…lone pine cone on the beach.
Dipping of the day…shortly after, dark.
Every rounded stone…at Stone Park.
If only minutely, the head and the heart.
If only minimally, this moment, for that is all that I am.
I savor the faded fedora.
Its thrift store style has always brought good favor.
When shade tosses itself within my eyes…the commonplace of it all.
There is only this.
This, my moment.
The air on a blade of wind…ever so small.