Prospect

Sky
there is sky, and burning sun
And road
road trod below and shop crouched beside,
Woman drinking tea
nice-looking woman, alone
on lazy, late afternoon street.
And man
man across, doing something else
Well suited to the atmosphere,
light dances through his hair.
Landscape,
to each the other
mild detail in unfocused
landscape.
Not sentient more than that three legged chair
The odd grey wood
or the trimmed wildflower framing right foreground
And left.

Then they drop their eyes in sudden kinship
Startled at catching their painting staring back.

Aug 23 2009