Fall Reflections
Cool night: autumn breeze on my face,
I walk the worn planks of the dock;
distant green, red lights blink.
Something splashes in the water:
duck or fish, impossible to see,
the ripples slowly diminish.
Next morning, I drive by a cornfield,
the rows of maize levelled -- a few
stalks stand: ragged, defiant flags.
Christopher T. George
