Only an Hour Ago
Soon the purple break faded to the bleak
comfort of a lilac bruise—
I wonder what else is being healed
as I gaze across ripples . . .
to watch this evening’s trio of small gray birds
flutter, dip and dive.
At the water’s edge the dog pounces
on silver streaks and the sun,
following the sky’s pink and lavender curve,
slides with candid calm
down, down into the pine forest.