Sunday, March 18, 2012

With A Camera I Hope To Purchase

I focus on the buck (forest 
twilight) inclined to a meager stream

snap         capture the moment.

The patio door of the house 
I hope to purchase creaks and opens.  

The woman I hope to meet 
offers me coffee and pastry

brushes her hand across 
my shoulder and solicits dreams.

Spooked        the buck vanishes.