As I glided over the crest
and slipped...

Bus terminus,
fussy pockets, speedy wheels...

I'm a bead of water
on your shiny table top...

Her fingertips play on my bark,
tapping a rhythm...

You have left your best smiles,
softest of whispers...

You have meandered away.
I am an island...

A flicker of the eye
revealed evanescence...

Light
clears up...

Not with
discharge of cannon balls...

One milestone
a road winding up the hills...

Leaves rollick
in sunup dew...

I was gazing at a stainless canvas
fingers rustled over unshaven beard...