rock book minus ermine

this gift was mine
after leaving sea level
more or less to here, 700 feet.
wild clouds split bright the sky
i steer up my drive
spot the rocks waiting for their pages. 
 a flash of long white muscle and 
 black paintbrush disappears under this foundation
one moment
out it ran into the garage, 
i waited with camera
you never know when grace appears, 
and if you're waiting, well, it just vaporizes.
rock book five
minus ermine.