Did I hear the crackle
of reddish fire in evening’s sky?
And watch a homeless man’s
ghostly shape
drift as mist across
ocean’s subtle floor
its waves muted in the silence?
Yes, I did.
Not a dream
nor a vision
but reality in the think of it.
© 2012 Richard L. Provencher

Comments
Indrani Ananda | January 30, 2012 - 18:46
Indrani Ananda
Something very wistful about this, Richard, reality made intangible.
Indrani.