Half Moon Afternoon

Who's the new president
            My two sticks along the grass
fizzle of clouds
            a circling hawk
on a fence rail two ravens
            waiting

Bay blazed
            to a white spot
hillfolds with their new green on
            pour into it
heads down cows
            keep doing their one job
Don't worry    I haven't come
            this time          to hide
your hill under houses

The man with shirt off
            emphatically
talking to his dog
            gone    Now I'm the only
one in the broad strokes
            of blue & green
scribbling into his hand

Mezzue to Wildcat Creek Trs. 11/8/16