October: Consecutive Days
Walking. Separate but sewn together: two flaming maples
guarding the house: wild turkeys in the fallow field:
shreds of cotton on a blue canvas: one flicker
hammering away high in the tree
Pictures culled from an album and representing a life.
The last portrait (the farewell portrait) sitting
above the urn: metallic with a blue
arabesque
Perhaps the rain was fitting.
How would I know
Still wearing the black badge (invisible) I drove by
the same field on the way home and a large bird
flew like a wet blanket out of the ditch
and over my car
R L Swihart