Some works live day in
day out works in progress
others abandoned
put out to the curb
or basement deferred
The sun sets indecisively
returning over and over
a reliable locomotive
The moon shifts shape
curls and hides
augments or diminishes
the work of the night
The best we finish is suggestion
an impression its precision
unreal if felt permanent
Light a river of silence
fished for colors
after the snowmelt
down in the valley
The Coming of the Toads 