Wednesday, May 8, 2013




Cedar Park

I was waiting, gazing,

out the front door of my hotel at

orange poppies swaying beside a tan rock,

when an bright orange cab parked in front and

the driver got out, sipped his water and stood

waiting; revelation ?
 
a brief glimpse eclipsed,

a moment first lifted to the faceting light

then dropped to the floor of the world.
 
                                                  Guy