[Quiet Man Cometh]

I've decided not to seek publication for this one, so here it is. I wrote it in November, 2011 but revised it slightly just this morning, maybe half an hour ago or so. I added one half of a hyphenated word and moved the period. That's often the extent of my tweaking, and then I ponder Oscar Wilde's comma for half a second.

"Boatman"

Letters fleck on gravestones
like so much leaf litter,
windblown down the cemetery hill.
Among legs of the black-suited procession,.
penny-red leaves gather thick.

MH.

Been in a poetic mood lately, which does not bode well for my class work, and the other way around as well. I've decided to axe one of my short stories and turn it into a poem instead. Drafted it out last night, need to properly craft it now.