Back To Vapors
Back to Vapors
A mild winter sun sets blazing orange.
Mist rising from the mirroring pond,
sightly blurring sharp-outlined
black skeletons of summer trees.
The stillness of gray vapors holds silence in thrall!
At pond's edge I ask my friend Jim,
the astronomer,if he seeks to understand:
With a gentle, encompassing sweep of arm,
Jim gathers the silence of the pond to his heart,
his hand resting there a moment:
Directly, then, with wan-wise, glance,
Jim says: " Yes, but ...here.....now, you know!"
Slightly smiling, then, he turns his gaze
back to vapors!
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