A crease in time
a window
a man’s face
darkened in view
eye brow raised
in reply
turning aside
not quite
eye to eye
a fleeting expression
muffling time
autumn’s dying leaf
falls in harmonious silence
rippling the surface
mirror lost
clouds of subtle gray
cool softness
muted morning
taken to a slightly
different plane
glass turned on edge
purity of equal parts
blue and green
straightedge walkways
she blinks her eye
sharpened lashes
cutting through
hard black lines
tranquil peace mind
steam rises
coffee in a cup
maybe tea
attention sheared
denying taste
at the doorstep
a crease in time
side door window
a man’s face
peering in
this meeting
not quite
eye to eye
Jeff Berner©
3/2000
