A Snapshot: A Boy, A Train, and The Devil

This was taken some time

back before

I decided to avoid

cameras:

a candid capture of a boy,

you can see

how a trick of light

casts an inky spherule

over the left shoulder,

a harbinger

of the intended direction

I meant to follow.

To your right, just entering the frame

a blear blob, to fix your imagination on

(indistinct but clear) the widening rails,

the emerging intersection I mean to cross.

That motion of a notion you feel,

the want to shout

a warning is noble, but

I never listen.

When you are twelve

the word don't doesn't

carry much weight.

No weight at all.

I've been told, if you look

deep into my smile, you might

find the Devil's eyes shining,

the grim leech of a finger

turning me round...but

I've never been one for looking

at photographs.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Ken, I have met the Devil often. She can be a beautiful gal or a old man drinking. I enjoyed the company of both.
"I've been told, if you look
deep into my smile, you might
find the Devil's eyes shining,
the grim leech of a finger
turning me round...but"
The sad part. The devil try to save me. God had forgotten the old soldier. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ken e Bujold]

and thank you for taking the time to read Coyote. always much appreciated

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure to read and you are welcome Ken.