Grasshopper
The green faced man stared impassively back
at me. Sitting Buddha like on the deck chair, glass of water in hand. Its dusk
in the city.
I sit in the backyard watching the boy
gently paint the face of the man. Crickets murmur softly and birds interrupt
the silence with homecoming squawks and screeches.
My mind wanders back in time prompted by
the soundtrack playing. If only I could re-create this moment forever, interspersed
with images of the Raven girl dressed as a martini.
