settling
of the nature
of falling
in poverty
knowing nobody
water flowing in
from all sides
riding a train
looking at homes
desiring a home
transfixed
seeing flow
in the light
on the floor
an old man leaning out of a window
knowing himself useless
the potted plant beside him
backing him up
pigeons
all
in a flash
under one
tree
why see you
other than
perfect woman
moving gently
along stream
thru wood
isolation
grass
along
a river
in shadow
a couple on a bench
their kids over
by the sand pile
even tho rain
any minute
in a clearing
in a wood
at twilight
a family
walking about
gathering
strange enough
driftwood
each facet light accordingly
the souls responding
orienting
becoming
together
perfect
gem
____________________
Frank Samperi
Infinitesimals
Elizabeth Press
