This Blazer and I,
Rolling through brambles,
Down dirt road meanders;
Aiming to shoot sun death on water.
Bleeding stains on the river,
In crimson and crape.
Grapple with mangroves-
Plow ‘twixt their tangles,
Kneel at the edge of estuary evening.
But lower down,
An inch above water where the magic begins.
A heron a-squawk!
Startling silence, spreads his wings
Glides to safe distance,
Descends with a falling star’s grace.
The glaring red eye of pathos, pristine.
Brief conflagration consuming horizons.
Watchtower tree-tops outlined in awe.
Images captured, computer compiled.
Screen saver slide-shows,
Storage on file.
Poetry and Photography by SS Matthews