Shadow of Spears
Emerging in a stream,
five white-white shirts
gleam bright at noon.
An intent breeze and
an audible tck,
five ties suddenly erect in unison
point to my left.
I meet their eyes
and we exchange nothing,
no value.
Halted,
I cannot remember
that I had no destination.
—Robert Ebbe, Waunakee, WI
