the waters edge

we sat
skipping stones off the water
the sky and the birds
and the orange-brown trees
a mere backdrop

the echo
of the weeping willows
the scent of flowers
killed by time
prehistoric
nonexistent

the old fisherman
muttering
cursing
his face anguished
every wrinkle
a pathway
to hell and heaven and earth
we did not ask why

down the river he sailed
a silhouette
engulfed by the horizon

we turned
and raced each other home
for lunch


XxXx Sasha

Another Titleless Poem

lost and searching
floating
whiplash over and over again
a stone in water
sinking

blank sky
moonless
starless
empty

the eye of the storm
peace in the midst
of destruction

disappearing
through the mist

XxXx Sasha