The Six Shooter

 The Six Shooter

Sunlight poured into the cave,

teasing the stream that stumbled

over rocks.

 

Curved trees scowled,

their skin like a map,

the ivy like roads.

 

Six old drains lined the wall,

The water suffocating every moss crater,

every inch of rust.

 

We waited for the plastic pig,

using sticks to coax him but he was stuck,

jammed in the silt.

Reviews

[Amber Koneval]

Short, concise, with a fluid mixture of personal and general imagery. A nice slice-of-life piece that would fit well nestled into a larger collection, or as the highlight of a nature magazine. It lets the imagination wander. Well done.