Thursday, November 02, 2006
My First Allen
by R.L. Wisdom
An apparition with quiet steps
throws water on the fire
and runs from the explosion.
In the garage
sitting snugly
on the chair.
A stirring arises
out the corner of my eye
but to no avail.
Innocuous or not
the ninja reveals its position
and stomps off.
An abbreviated ending
to a comfortable evening.
Things are complicated.
