Lou J. Klaiber

THE HEAT BY THE RIVER TOWARD HOME…

South,
by the side of the road that is America:

an old soldier sits beside a tidal river,
and calls it home
as it passes him by,
… going to the Sea.

Dark clouds dance with bright blue
and sunshine.

I could fish perhaps.

But I choose this day to feel the breeze
that talks of home.

To see the Turtle and the Hawk.

To be silent!

To be at home.