He walked right past him barely looking
down.
His eyes like headlights scanning the road.
Like a train’s lone lamp nailed to the track through the darkness.
Nothing exists but forward.
His eyes like headlights scanning the road.
Like a train’s lone lamp nailed to the track through the darkness.
Nothing exists but forward.
His son told himself he wasn’t bothered.
He stared into his plate like it was going to tell him something.
Like a heron watching the currents of the water.
The things moving darkly under the currents.
The son was a stone under the fish under the water under the heron under the sky.
He was far removed from everything and cold.
He stared into his plate like it was going to tell him something.
Like a heron watching the currents of the water.
The things moving darkly under the currents.
The son was a stone under the fish under the water under the heron under the sky.
He was far removed from everything and cold.
The father passed, smoke billowing after
him.
A lone whistle sounded out in his heart.
The son glanced up and caught his back in his beak.
His face shone for the rest of the day.
A lone whistle sounded out in his heart.
The son glanced up and caught his back in his beak.
His face shone for the rest of the day.