
Easter 2015
Faceless flyfisherman fly by
A morning daydream
Of a mountain river sky
Kindle tomorrow
With an easy glass of sweetened summer afternoon iced tea
Be free with thoughts
Of only me
You.
Of ships and shaving cream.
You
With familiar baby brow
Only a loosely flitting thought of a father now
In the space of a marriage jest
I set the dreams of you to rest