GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

21. False Pattern

Two in a patterned twilight mend
To find, to hover, and to send
Some serving flights on wavered wing
Forlorn forgotten, anything.

With hawkeyed seeing, never there,
To note the fields and season bare
And whistling tuneless threatening notes
Flocks drift by with pulsing throats.

On leafless trees, echo prone
The warmed up, end of morning, tone
Fades to a noontide's flattened gold.
A relished lull, a weakened hold.

Secure, sequestered, sleep yet more
No winter waves pound greeneyed shore
And soft; with blades of heat seared grass,
No wakened moments dare to pass.