The woods are quiet today.
Not even birds
this late November.
Oddly warm for one who can
remember another day-
chill wind-
in Washington.
Drums
hoofs
gravel
a boy in a short coat.
Mother, who rarely wept,
weeping
by the TV.
A coastal boy,
he once carried a man
for miles through turquoise water
unharmed by the Great White
or other creatures of the sea.
Mick Murphy is astudent
of Amy Holman at the Hudson Valley Writers center in Sleepy Hollow New
York. A former business executive, he has studied and written poems for
many years. His work looks at personal and spiritual issues and the
intersection of these with the life of his generation. He lives in the
Hudson Valley of New York. He also writes about sports.
