pounding in fence posts, tired, I’m/
sure* I’m no farmer.
*glad

My video camera ran,/
dancing with the lake’s waves/
and the sky’s reflections.
My fingers froze,
trying to hold lens steady,
silently breathing.
I’ve learned to be quiet,
to live with the pain
of stillness.
It was all worth it
to hear a lone loon
call the sunset goodbye.
Her comments about/
comparing our poetic/
talents begged questions.
He wondered where she’d/
go for fresh lime gelato/
and baked pizza dough?