Saturday, January 28, 2017

On the road

The vultures soar, ragged, jagged elegance,
robed in black, filled with grace,
awaiting unhappy circumstance.
Meanwhile, standing at the verge,
wanting to cross the open space
the doe leaps out to take the chance,
and here is where their lives will merge.
On the roadside, amongst the Queen Anne's Lace
A silent shape, yet still, life~giving sustenance.

                                                         




                                                          pf 1/28/17

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