by Thomas D Reynolds
It is no longer at rest,
Only a swirl of dead leaves
Approaching the riverbank
And spinning into the waves.
It is a black hawk
Rising above the trees
Searching for prey
And finding none,
Dissolving into haze.
It is a discolored stone
Dropped by a small boy
Into a hard-water well,
Ice-cold and black,
Though it has been
A hundred years
The boy like a moth wing
Crumbled into powder
Thomas D Reynolds
Reynolds teaches at Johnson County CommunityCollege in
Overland Park, Kansas, and has published poems in various print and
online journals, including Combat,
American Western Magazine, Flint Hills Review, Alabama Literary Review,
Aethlon-The Journal of Sport Literature, New Delta Review, The Green
Tricycle, Ariga, 3rd Muse Poetry Journal, Sidereality,and Prairie Poetry.
poem "How to Survive on a Distant Planet," published in Strange Horizons, was
nominated for a Rhysling award for best short poem.
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