Rex Fire
You are elusive like the Lochness, resurfacing
when the still light of the moon is engulfed
by the swollen clouds and the fisherman on the lake are eyeless to your existence.
Come join us in the sunshine, Michael,
at daybreak,
and we will leave behind our serrated harpoons
and skeptical sneers, as knowing now of your existence
banishes our unfounded fear and its consequences.
photo: m. doyle