SOMEWHERE A FINGER

By Pam Martin

somewhere a finger

tenses on a trigger

a butterfly

lights on clover

a lover

embraces

another

somewhere

people are lying

through the window I see a trio of exuberant crows, dipping and sliding,

captivated, riding                                                                                                                  

the wild wind

the cat enjoys this episode from her tower,

tail switching back and forth like a 1950’s clock

geese and seagulls have been flocking

daily on the soccer field in our view

this morning only the geese croak and nibble

sometimes a crow stalks among them

somewhere a finger, tender on a trigger,

tenses

the river beyond is dark blue and cold, visible now the leaves have fallen

all the leaves have fallen

the wind makes tragic waves

the sun at times gilds the hills

enhancing them

with a gleaming astonishment

elsewhere, the parade led by the emperor with no clothes soldiers on

a crowd of idiots applauds

a finger trembles, tense upon a trigger

it’s quiet at night                                 

alone

dog warmth along my seated leg

as I transfer thoughts to screen

darkness and shadowy reflections show in the window

occasionally headlights in the distance

along the black braid of river

some where some time tensely tenderly a finger tightens

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