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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

On the Beach

Her glazed eyes
to the gray sky
stared at clouds
as if they
were pinned
to the horizons
The Spanish Olive face
with pimentos in her nose
there on the sand
days later
dead as the minute
she died
beneath the wheels
of a truck
by a teen boy
out for joy
her chest turned to yuck

Copyright © 2013 by Barry G. Wick

(note: I seriously don't know why I wrote this...but it just came to me in a Hill City restaurant...not based upon any true story or picture I've seen. Perhaps I received a thought, an image or something from someone somewhere.)

Monday, October 7, 2013

Two Hunters

On this moonless night
after wind and snow
a hunter steps
over the mountain top
His sword and kilts
hide all worlds behind him

He pauses

His distant lanterns
help me gather wood
to raise the fire
His slow pace shows me
his hunter's patience
I learn what it means
to see the moment

As the fire grows
jagged-toothed predators
turn away

On the shadow of my breath
The huntsman smiles
We have seen each other
always from far away
both of us lonely
for homes
full of memories
of arms and comfort

Though his heart is empty
he continues to trudge
over endless trails

Tonight's gameless hunt
in his eyes
Orion is visible now
to one vagabond
who wants to share his fire

Copyright © 2013 by Barry G. Wick