harvesting pears
from my backyard
I feel wealthy

     glowing gold
     the sun hangs in the branches

turning from its bowl
the cat licks its paws and yawns--
cool evening breeze

     the potter's wheel
     turns slowly under old leaves--
     shadows changing shapes

a game of catch
extends into moonlight

     back and forth
     a slow exchange
     between crickets


a rengay by
John Thompson & Garry Gay

Brooks Books © 1999 Garry Gay  53 / 66