shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Raymond Byrnes



A sparrow leads its
flitting charcoal dab
across the hillside grass.

He hears a breeze stammer
softly as it finds its way
through silver maple leaves.

When she smiles gently
telling him she's leaving, he sees
the setting sun behind her eyes

then turns to see his shadow
like the years they shared
tilting back in evening light.