pond at first light
calvados and cigar smoke
rising, fish to fly
leaps of faith to birch chapels
with the lone hymn of a loon

*

in the naked sun
of afternoon siesta
still white churches lie
their steeples bleached and empty
as whale bones long on the beach

*

through Hubble�s eye
this blind patch of night is filled
with youthful games
of conqueror, swirled aggies
spill time in stained-glass windows




� 2003 by PJ Nights
previously published in VLQ