PENKNIFE

Sunshine and a fresh breeze

But i bend to a muddy puddle

Where the mud lays silted and unmoving

And the water looks calm and clean enough

To drink

And no rain but rain;

As the puddle blooms and ripples

By the lightest of raindrops

And the grass still wet

And the sky is blue and molten silver…

On the other hill

The dark pine forest

Looks hungry