Chase
By Ron. Lavalette
The old man scoops another
thin scrape of riverbank, dips
the rim to drown the till,
swirls the pan. Part of the dig
slips over the edge with every
circle. The murky water clears.
Sandy granite. Schist. A glint
of mica. The man looks up.
The sun is gold in a blue sky.
The man sits still, resigned.
He sighs; scoops; swirls; spills.
He wills himself to wait.
Ron. Lavalette (Barton VT) has been widely published, both in print and online. A reasonable sample of his published work can be found at Eggs Over Tokyo. Ron. blogs at: Scrambled, Not Fried.
Red Wolf Journal 
The chase is the be all and end all, even if nothing is found.
It’s an art form in your hands, Ron. I can tell a story but I’m hopeless with poetry. Wouldn’t know where to start. 🙂