Polished
Narcissus
The polished floor
trips
the pedestrian to its
level
to double the
experience
in a reposed
reflection,
a meeting of prone
bodies
atop each
other
both facing
upward
to the ceiling
which doesnt
care
one fleck of
paint
what lies
below
except perhaps
its a
disruption
of its
Narcissus
admiration.

Rainbow Speed
The highway
drowns
in morning rain
a cautious pickup
drives
with slower
traffic
as I splash left to
pass.
Sunlight
catches
the pickups
backsplash
arcing rainbow
colors
on the highways
horizon.
I slow to savor the
phenomena
of 70-miles-per-hour
rainbow speed
until we curve a
different
angle in
sunshine.
In the arc of windshield
wipers
the backsplash smears
away
in its own twin
rainbows
not colorful at
all.

Stroking
Stroke, stroke,
stroke
as oars pull
water
in swirly
ripples
echoing out
behind
the craft caught
now
in a whirlpool
sucking,
tugging
below, deeper
until water
mirrors
shore in
reflection
of self.
Stroke of
luck.
Stroke of
genius.
Stroke of buzzard
wings
as Mom dies of a
stroke.

Whopper
Story
Before Jaws
scared crowds
out of the ocean, beneath
the surface
of the river a 20-foot
sturgeon
story drifted among old
fishermen
passed down to
grandchildren
made believers by snapped
lines
and monstrous swirls in
lazy currents.
Afraid to peer in the
water
from a boats edge
to see a dark shape
or a drowned girls
face
for a moment, a nightmare
eternity
as your father nudges
you
almost plunging you into
the depths.

My Own Two
Feet
I stand on my own two
feet
reflected on lake
shore.
Not alone but
connected
to myself
constantly
grounded.
Flip me upside
down
I am balanced
on my own two
feet;
no vertigo
ripples
disturb my
stance.
I stand on my own two
feet
even as I wade
away
my reflection
hides,
but I believe in its
survival
as sure as I
feel
my own two
feet.