A leaf shudders
Without sound
As the breeze passes by
And no one sees
The movement

The sun slides across
To the other side of day
The cicada sings
To hear itself

The chair on the dock
Rocks gently
When ripples lift
The wooden wharf

Eventually two moons
One high
One floating
As the river changes
Places with the rain

Do tear drops
Return as clouds
And rain again over
Fields of roses?



By Diane E. Dockum
August 29, 2022