Camera

He could encourage without partaking,
nurture from afar,
his humble gift played out in rifts
which echoed his faint 'rarr.'

He knew there were no announcements,
could not have done the same;
but 'tis the price of first forthright
admitted, shackled, tamed.

It was late into the evening
an ash on his green sweater.
Playing cards and dodging bars
and branding odd this settler.

A branch on that hedge torn and frayed
on that one pristine, gold.
On that one dew, on that one few
on that one peace I'm told.

My headlamp having being returned
I practiced, looked for light.
By shining on a static gong
to resonate, entice.

The beam reflected then inflected
syllables denoted.
Which he could hear and then bring near
a troubled, twisted stoic.

Within a reason, coyly cute,
maddened, mundane, robbed;
resounded readings ripe with reelings
to shoot a standard sob.

Movies, film, both punked and played
for jealousy's delight.
And they had all been aptly paid
with starlight stripped of night.