THE SCENE BEHIND
Inspired by a film by Eve Heller
Bob Rashkow
Rose-petal teardrops collide
with rain-soaked ruminations
in a delicate square-dance
Dim glare from nearby trees
and slight ripple of ponds
help to spotlight it.
A horse pauses to drink
from a mud-puddle.
There are hundreds of mud-puddles
He can choose from
There was much rain,
but not now
A stray dog eyes the horse,
from a distance
Everything seems to stand perfectly still,
then re-arranges itself.
Forest recedes into background.
Clouds part, revealing hazy evening sun.
Blackbirds fly haphazardly, in half-circles,
They know how to come down
but when to come down, they know not.
Rain-soaked ruminations dance
with rose-petal teardrops
The ponds eye the mud-puddles
The horse has wandered off
The dog ponders and reflects
The sun evades the closing clouds.
Damp upon damp, overlapping
under lap thing
like a natural wake, or an ominous overture ?
Shimmery surface haze golden dewy tell-tale wash dry pool ripple descend arise amend again, again...
not wanting it to ever begin,
Yet knowing I must turn for home,
I stand, perfectly still,
then re-arrange myself.
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