Summer Afternoon by Mike Dillon

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

  — Henry James

A hot wind flays the cottonwood

to a leaf-shadow school of trout

swaying one way then the other 

in the dry river bed.

 

A buzzard’s shadow crosses

the meander of stones left

on their own. Surely, out of all these,

one stone knows.


Mike Dillon lives in Indianola, Washington, a small town on Puget Sound northwest of Seattle. His most recent book is a chapbook, “The Return,” from Finishing Line Press (April 2021).

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