Appalachian Trail Walk
showers of castanets
on a tin roof
a stop-over for the night
on the longest hike
a bushel of owls
in each drip of rain
aftershocks of mice nibbling through
the wires of a sleepless mind
listening
through ear shaped microphones
pigeons scrabble overhead
then clatter as they take off
the rain softens toward dawn
to a ten second splish
time to move on
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