The afternoon must happen
And perhaps an evening.
Leaves now swirl.
A flock of butterflies in sanctuary gush,
not yet a gust
Somewhere
Across still bay waters
Dusty chilly mountains
The hidden light awaits
Tom Squitieri is a three-time winner of the Overseas Press Club and White House Correspondents’ Association awards for work as a war correspondent. His poetry appears in several publications and venues. He writes most of his poetry while parallel parking or walking his dogs, Topsie and Batman.
