this gift was mine
after leaving sea level
more or less to here, 700 feet.
wild clouds split bright the sky
i steer up my drive
spot the rocks waiting for their pages.
a flash of long white muscle and
black paintbrush disappears under this foundation
out it ran into the garage,
i waited with camera
you never know when grace appears,
and if you're waiting, well, it just vaporizes.
rock book five