of rising blue hills beyond the fingered bones
of a dead tree
and off to the right an old red truck perched
by a fence in the tall grasses, with its hood up, as a dirt road
climbs by to pass it.
It’s just a framed moment of a chance look—
a possible diagonal conversation between an abandoned truck
and shattered tree branches to the bottom left
or perhaps that splintered rubble
of branches would prefer reassuring the shadow of a small unseen tree
it won’t meet the fate that felled its parent trunk.
In just a chance snap,
opportunities to imagine what could have been,
the mind wondering if it’s fair to ascribe abandoned
to that truck, and how many heartbeats are left,
if any, to the one who drove it there.
A snap of a moment, a shot
caught in time, waiting for some
stranger kicking down the road.
—
Kitty Jospé: MA French Literature, New York University; MFA Poetry, Pacific University, OR. She embraces the joy of working with language and helping others to become good readers of poems, people and life.Her work is in 5 books, published since 2009 and numerous journals and anthologies.
Dear Kitty, love the way you captured this chance moment. A poem tells more than a picture.
“how many heartbeats are left,
if any, to the one who drove it there.”
Thank you!
Dear kitty,
Thank you “It’s just a framed moment of a chance look! ”
But you are the one who can catch this moment!
Go on!
Marie-Claude
Thank you Marie-Claude!~. Here is just another moment… 3 months later! J’apprecie tant ton soutient!!!! xo