silverado

look

three baby ducks
stacy squealed
eyes wide age five

i was over by a bridge
looking down at the fourth
floating in the reeds there
all tangled in the moss

look

stacy shouted again
this time pointing high

i looked up
a shadow flicked the sun

buzzards
big and black
circling

light and death

all around us
countryclub colors
dot seurat grassy greens

whump
whump
two small
white balls
thump down
two boys follow
finish out
turn to leave

one flings his ball
into the rough
a bluejay jumps
flits away

both go on
side by side

light and death

1983